 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
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Originally Posted by Edward He smiled at her. Kind of you to say. I've never done much in the area of creative expression. I more enjoy research and discovery more than creating.
He laughed with her. Wrinkles make a man look distinguished and wise. He was having a good time and glad he'd run into her today. It really was a good day. He had missed her and hoped they'd have the chance to enjoy more time together. He really hoped she'd move back.
He nodded as he re-opened his book waiting for her next grand appearance. ”Creativity can be expressed in a plethora of ways you know,” Krel called from behind the changing curtain. She slipped out of the yellow blouse and pulled on a dark blue one that pulled oddly in the shoulders. She slipped out of the skirt and pulled on a new one tucking the blouse into it hoping it would help the shoulders. No such luck. She sighed, pulled the blouse off, and put it back on the hanger. It was too bad, she liked the color and it would have gone nicely with a few of the robes she had at home.
She pulled on the burgundy blouse and buttoned it up. It had a high collar with a small frill along the edge. The sleves were short and ended in the same ruffle along her collar. She pulled her hair out of her ponytail and twisted it up into a quick bun. Yes, she thought, sticking a pin in the bun to make it stay. This is definitely a bun shirt. Maybe a pair of earrings… She blinked as she looked herself over in the mirror and then laughed aloud. Good lord! What is he doing to me? Edward was going to turn her into Faith if he let him. Next thing she knew, she’d be getting mani-pedis every week.
She pulled on an oversized robe in a gray0ish blue tone. It looked nice against the burgundy shirt. It was too long, but fit nicely in the shoulders. She shrugged it off and hung it on a hook before she stepped out into the dressing area. Quote:
Originally Posted by carpediem Slipping back on her lacy shirt and cute jean shorts, the blonde exited the dressing room and couldn't help but smile. She was going to Hogwarts AND she had new robes for the occasion. Look who felt a little fancy here. Now if only she could have a handlebar mustache, a cane and a monocle, she would be set. A young girl, who looked to be starting her first year at Hogwarts passed Krel by. She gave her a big encouraging smile remembering when she had first come to get measured for her robes. “First year?” she asked not really expecting the young lady to hear her.
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