Rebecca slipped into the robes shop and instantly headed to the racks of dress robes. Daddy was throwing a party, and so she needed new clothes. Muggle things woulnd't do, even if they were Prada, unfortunately. She browsed through the robes, occasionally pulling out the prettier ones and draping them over her arm to try on. She glanced down once she had about five or six sets, and then walked over to the display of scarves. She loved a good scarf, especially pretty, silky, floaty ones.