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hermionesclone · 09-28-2017, 11:35 PM

"They call this a tea shop?!"

Disgruntled and disgusted was the general expression Ciaira had about everything related to this wretched school and it was the same for the village. With the way half of the people in the school went on about Hogsmeade, she half expected to enter a village that would impress even her high standards. Why else would she put so much effort into looking like she'd walked out of a Desireé Pascal shoot?

But this didn't look like a place that had even heard of the wonderful Desireé Pascal. How was she meant to keep up with the latest fashion trends if the shops near the joke of a school didn't even supply her needs?! How could she top the other elite Irish ladies at the upcoming royal ball if the shops decided to stock up on cheap dresses and - retch - blood quills?!

The Hufflepuff let out a tch-ing sound and turned to her twin, the one person in the place who would understand her needs. "This place doesn't look like the type to do tea from the likes of Harrods," she said in a thick Irish accent, "Do you want to stay here?" The doilies were cute and much more fitting to their tastes than anything else they had walked past.

09-28-2017, 11:35 PM	#2 (permalink)
hermionesclone Gladrags Mod DMC & DMAC Pogrebin Join Date: May 2009 Location: London Posts: 32,841 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexander River Hirsch Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: -- x11 x11	Tori <3 urine trouble \| Pat's Strong Confident Other Half \| Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse *"They call this* a tea shop?!"** Disgruntled and disgusted was the general expression Ciaira had about everything related to this wretched school and it was the same for the village. With the way half of the people in the school went on about Hogsmeade, she half expected to enter a village that would impress even her high standards. Why else would she put so much effort into looking like she'd walked out of a Desireé Pascal shoot? But this didn't look like a place that had even heard of the wonderful Desireé Pascal. How was she meant to keep up with the latest fashion trends if the shops near the joke of a school didn't even supply her needs?! How could she top the other elite Irish ladies at the upcoming royal ball if the shops decided to stock up on cheap dresses and - retch - blood quills?! The Hufflepuff let out a tch-ing sound and turned to her twin, the one person in the place who would understand her needs. "This place doesn't look like the type to do tea from the likes of Harrods," she said in a thick Irish accent, "Do you want to stay here?" The doilies were cute and much more fitting to their tastes than anything else they had walked past. __________________