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Stormdancer · 09-30-2017, 07:50 PM

SPOILER!!: Ciaira Love <3

Eyeing the heart shaped cushions on the chairs and the flower patterns on the table cloths, the Irish brunette rolled her eyes. ”They can’t.” Kaylah stated simply, looking at her twin sister. ”It has no class.” Class, came in terms of Harrods or the Savoy. This. She looked left. She looked right. Then she shook her head slightly. Madame Puddifoot’s didn’t have it.

Sorting her O-Star Winter coat and straightening out her lapels, she turned to look at Ciaira again. She pulled in a deep breath, and let it out as if she was trying to calm her nerves. Just like Mother had taught them, never cause a scene in public. That wasn’t lady-like. And they were proper ladies. ”We didn’t pass any where else that even remotely resembled a parlour for tea.” Sighing as quietly as she could, she tried not to move around on the balls of her feet; her Pascal boots were far too cute to fidget in.

”Though, we really need to tell Father to organise a trip to London on our next free weekend. There are no designers here. How are we meant to find the perfect gowns for the Christmas Ball?” The fifth year looks horrified. What were they meant to do for new clothes?

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Stormdancer DMC & DMAC Chizpurfle Join Date: Aug 2003 Location: Scotland, [GMT] Posts: 10,058 Hogwarts RPG Name: Bennett Potter Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Atlas Ward Ravenclaw First Year	Ciaira and Kita <3 xx Toto * RotiSila * ToRo * Braveheart * Grandma & Mama Tori SPOILER!!: Ciaira Love <3 Quote: Originally Posted by hermionesclone *"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. Eyeing the heart shaped cushions on the chairs and the flower patterns on the table cloths, the Irish brunette rolled her eyes. ”They can’t.” Kaylah stated simply, looking at her twin sister. ”It has no class.” Class, came in terms of Harrods or the Savoy. This. She looked left. She looked right. Then she shook her head slightly. Madame Puddifoot’s didn’t have it. Sorting her O-Star Winter coat and straightening out her lapels, she turned to look at Ciaira again. She pulled in a deep breath, and let it out as if she was trying to calm her nerves. Just like Mother had taught them, never cause a scene in public. That wasn’t lady-like. And they were proper ladies. *”We didn’t pass any where* else that even remotely resembled a parlour for tea.” Sighing as quietly as she could, she tried not to move around on the balls of her feet; her Pascal boots were far too cute to fidget in. ”Though, we really need to tell Father to organise a trip to London on our next free weekend. There are no designers here. How are we meant to find the perfect gowns for the Christmas Ball?”** The fifth year looks horrified. What were they meant to do for new clothes? __________________