Abraxan
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Jasper Hart First Year
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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo Hang on?? What? No!--Or...she could sorta wait. When she was standing at the door she didn't SEE her uncle or Emily so there might not have been all that much need to rush. She just couldn't help it!! They were actively getting away with this and her arm full of fabric was making her more excited.
Ashley dumped her stuff on the ground by his, beaming at their sizeable bounty. What to try first...? She was about to reach for one of the coats Zeke had brought when he fixed a hat on her head.
She spun to face one of the many mirrors in this room with a grin. "You might be right! Very fancy and important looking." She spun a couple more times and fiddled with the hat before reaching for the bright orange cloak she'd grabbed. "Try this one on. It's not much good for blending in but we'll find those robes in a minute." For now they were playing a REALLY GROWN UP version of dress-up so it was different because these were real clothes for real grown-ups and not things found in a toy box.
Now where did she put her beard? He was never very keen on dress-ups, but this was beyond that. It was the melting pot of epicness, purely because they'd snuck away - successfully, had mustaches - which he just realised they forgot to pay for - whoops, and because their grand plan would have people's heads turning. In fact, if they had to be caught, which was only a matter of time, then they may as well do it in style. Needless to say, playing dress-ups with Ashley was far more entertaining than dress-ups with Avery. "Of course I'm right," he rolled his eyes at her, his smile deceiving his disbelief. Zeke held out his hand for whatever Ashley wanted him to try on, though his eyes scanned the pile quickly, top to bottom, left to right and then up... up... up... and what the heck was she handing him? It was high vis!!! HIGH VISSS!... "Definitely not good for blending," he agreed, still unsure about how he felt about the cloak. It, might be okay. "Is it my colour?" he asked, securing the latch around his neck.
Staring into the mirror, he came to the conclusion the the cloak wasn't so bad, but his mustache needed work. "I think the middle aged mustache'll work better with this, it's... fluffier?" was that even the right word? Meh. It didn't matter, Ashley would figure out what he meant, she usually did. Peeling off the Frenchman mustache, he switched it out with the one he'd had in his pocket. Muuuuuch better already.
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