Eliza smiled and shook her head. Nope, no more fights with the Huffie - who's name, Eliza now knew, was Saphinelle. It was a sort of pretty name, actually. 'No, no more fights with... Saphinelle. And I've been fine, thanks. You?'

Ooooh, the Aiden thing! Gossip! Yes please! 'Oh yeah, you do' Eliza said with a smile. She soooo wanted to know what had happened between Mama!Savannah and Mean!Ai-Ai...

Savannah nodded, proud of her little one. "Good."She said simply as she leaned against the Shelf that held all the hair products. She was proud of Eliza though, she didn't want them causing unnecessary trouble before they got to school. Now, when they got more friends and back up they could attack anyone they wanted.....as long as it wasn't like Savanna or friends. Hehhh."I've been good, tired really. I'm thinking this is going to be my last bit of shopping tonight.."Cause Diagon Alley was getting kind of boring.

Savannah sighed, smile on her face. "Alright, I'm starting from the beginning.."She paused. "I've known Aiden for a longgggg time. We got together when we were around 14 and well...we were kind of perfect."You know, both were smoking hot and totally attracted to each other. "He hung out at my house all the time with my friend Nekoda and was extremely close to my family...."She paused to make sure Eliza was listening and understood everything.

Looing round Savvy so that she cold see the hair stuff that she was looking at, Eliza reached out and grabbed a little bottle - some more dye, in case this one washed out or anything. She double checked to make sure it was the exact same colour - she didn't want two-tone hair. *Shudder*. Waaaait... last bit of shopping? So was Mama!Savannah going home? Nooo! Well... if she was, Eliza could always wait for the Hogwarts Express and find her there. Yeah, that would work. That was a good plan.

Well, the beginning was a good place to start. Since she was 14? That was a long time... not that Savvy was old, or anything. Well, hardly. But seventeen seemed awfully old and grown up to Eliza... probably cause she was only 11. Yeah, that was it. Because 17 wasn't that old at all. 'OK, so what happened next?' Eliza asked, trying not to seem toooooo interested.

Savannah nodded her head, catching that the girl wanted to hear more. "We were 15 and for our one year I wanted to do something special so...I wanted to go to Italy."She paused, biting her lip remembering Italy. It had been perfect and amazing. "Only problem is my parent's wouldn't met me go...so I took my father's muggle credit card and planned the trip myself without my parents knowing. Aiden didn't know that my parents didn't know..."Not until last year did he know. Savvy was a liar and almost everyone knew it. It was worth it though, Italy was worth it. She paused again to see if Eliza had any more comments about it....

At the girl's hesitation as she looked down at the enormous supply of hair product in her arms, Ethan withdrew the bottle he picked up from her reach as the beginnings of a crooked grin played at the corners of his lips. "Don't mind at all," he said sincerely, as he plucked a few of the bottles from her arms. Didn't take them all, however, because, one, he wasn't sure how it would be humanly possible for anyone to carry that many without dropping them and, two, he had his own purchases to carry. For his mum, NOT for him! He raised a speculative eyebrow at her explanation for buying up the entire stock. Stock up... if she said so. He simply answered, "Right." Not that he completely understood though because one or two of those would last him the entire term. Certainly it was one of those weird girl things that he would never fully understand anyway so best to not go into it any further.

As he had grabbed several of the sweet-smelling soaps that the girl had recommended, Ethan decided that that would be what Mum was getting, no need to look around anymore because he hadn't a clue, really, and something recommended by a girl would be his best bet. The fifteen year old shook his head at Dozer's question, frowning slightly at his chuckle. Okay, he guessed the situation could be viewed as amusing, and he smiled to himself slightly as he forced his mood to lighten. "Nah, I'm good," he answered his half-brother as he held up the soap a little bit. "Just getting these for my mum."

Glancing up at the girl as she greeted Dozer trailing off as if to inquire just who he was, Ethan said, "Oh, this is... my brother Dozer and..." Calling him brother would take a little time to get used to, but the word half-brother just sounded... even weirder, even if that's what he was. It just didn't sound right to say out loud. And then he suddenly realized that he had no idea what the girl's name was... and she would have no idea what his name was either. "And I'm Ethan, by the way..."

Cassandra entered the store and looked around, she tossed her long, blonde hair over her shoulder gracefully and headed for the shelves in a slow, precise walk.

"hmmmm...Pomona's Peachy Precious Bubbles or Double Trouble Bubble Bath?" she asked herself as she held the two bottles in her small, dainty, hands "I think, I'll go with the peachy bubbles..." she decided as she returned one of the bottles to the shelf and continued walking along the shelves, grabbing different beauty products on the way. "The pressures of being me." She said with a sigh.

Aww... noting the evidently shy girl standing by, he scanned her over to figure out her dilemma. If he had to put a finger on it, then it would be a wart or other blemish problem. Yet he could tell she was clearly self-conscious about it, which is why he discreetly approached her but didn't touch her, as for one, she was likely underage and it would be inappropriate of him to do so.

"Is everything okay, Miss?" David asked.

OOPS!!!! David sooo hadn't meant to embarrass the poor boy; he normally wasn't like that. A present for his mother? OH wasn't he the sweet and caring son? Studying the boy, he guessed he was about fourteen or fifteen, maybe sixteen ... so this was still rather sweet of him. "Oh. You're such a sentimental kind of guy. Starting early with the charming, eh?" he winked at him knowingly.

"As for birthday gifts, then I would perhaps recommend either a perfume for her or if you don't know what kind of scents she likes, then I would recommend a set of the Erised lotions." David pointed the boy toward the lotions. After all, who didn't like the Erised product line?

Well didn't this girl like to offer her opinion when it wasn't asked for? Yet David couldn't really find it in him to scold her for interrupting, since after all, she had just nearly injured his precious stock of shampoos and embarrassed herself. And it wasn't like he was in a private conversation with the boy. "Well perhaps the soap might not be a bad gift then..." he shrugged, rather indifferent over the matter. After all, he only suggested Erised lotions because it was a popular gift item.

Japanese girl was rather cute the way she gave him that small smile. He would have to visit her soon or something, because he could do with hanging out a bit more in London. Noting as she went to retrieving the things she wanted, he moved onto another customer.

"Bless you," David said, turning to find a sneezing, teary eyed woman. Apparently she was having issues with all the different aromas in the shop. He would have, but as he worked there, he'd grown used to it and it barely phased him now. "Here, try this," he said casually as he reached for a glass and his bottle of fizzy water, pouring her some. "It helps to distract from the various aromas in here." he explained, though it was unwarranted.

Looking away from the sneezing woman for just a moment, he noted a girl who seemed to be looking for someone .... for him. It was that lost look on her face, but she definitely need some kind of assistance. "If you need help, I'm right this way." David motioned for her.

i'm looking for some make up and hair growing product

Brazil finally cleared her field of vision only to sneeze in someone's face as they had blessed her. "Oh no," she said with a contrite look on her face. "I'm so sorry," she pulled a tissue out of her robes and handed him one and used the other one to wipe the tears from her face. "I'm really sorry." And he just had to be a really cute guy for her to look an utter mess. And she sneezed in his face. She smiled sheepishly at him as he poured her a glass of water and handed it to her. "Thank you," she accepted the glass and downed it one gulp. "I was actually looking for something if you have time to help me. If you're busy I completely understand." she handed him back the glass.

Oh fate. Why must you be so cruel?

Why did it have to be the cute guy shopkeeper? That just made the situation all the more stressful for the girl. Melanie wasn't rude though... for the most part. And it would be rude to ask him if he could go get the other shopkeeper. She was pretty sure of that.

"You swear you won't laugh?" Melanie asked, very much serious, with her hand still over her face. She didn't know she was being over dramatic. Melanie was merely acting the way she saw people act on TV and in movies when they got pimples.

This was clearly a crisis.

What was it with extraordinarily YOUNG girls... like pre-teens and wanting makeup?! It wouldn't help them. They were too young for it to have any effect. And too young for them to even KNOW what to do with it.

"Hair growing product, yes. Top shelf. With the rest of the hair products over toward the second aisle," David pointed casually, debating on what to say on the other product she requested. "Makeup... I'm afraid you'll have to wait a few years, though." Truth. There was no way he would be caught selling makeup to an ELEVEN year old and getting into trouble with the kids' parents.

UGH! Gross sprays of Snot!water covered his face and shirt! At least though, she had the courtesy to offer him a tissue. Taking one, he wiped it off, but knew it was no use and he would need a shower to feel completely clean. Customer service though, right? Smiling ... albeit falsely ... he nodded sympathetically. "Oh it's really no worries. You'll be fine." He won't be the same nor will he ever think of HER the same. "You're welcome though and please, I'm here to help. But I can't help you find something unless you tell me what it is you're looking for..." Wink, wink.


Noting the girl's embarrassment, David instantly went into concerned and sensitive mode. The kind that won girl's hearts over... and made them swoon. The kind that ultimately would break their hearts in just a few days, when they realized he was only faking interest. That he was waiting for 'the one' and they weren't it.

"Swearing is not in my nature," David mused, at the girl, but then shook his head. "But go on. If I laugh, it won't be because of you, but rather because of the penguin that will have just walked into the store at the precise moment you tell me the problem." Cue flirtatious smile.

She could see it in his face, and she felt horrible about sneezing on him. Why couldn't she be graceful and all girly like her sister? Or her cousins. She sighed and dropped her eyes to the floor. She wasn't sure she could look him in the face. "Oh well its alright. I'm sure I can find what I'm looking for," she mumbled softly. This was going to go down as one of her worst days ever. And he was really cute too and she sneezed right in his face. Merlin she wanted to turn invisible right now and melt into the floor.

Ramiro had said the dress was 'too short.' Pfft. She could dress how she wanted to. Plus, she liked it. Pink wasn't her thing, but Sion liked the tiered outfit, so she had worn it, today. It was gorgeous, there was no other word for it - and, of course, new dresses made her feel relaxed. God knew, she needed a break. Heading a department called the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes is no easy job. She needed chocolate ice-cream and new outfits, to make her spirits soar. She needed - no, wanted - to waste some money, today.

She had peeked into this place, before. Primpernelles, or whatever its name was. London = big place and, given her love for travelling, it was no wonder she wanted to explore each inch. So yes, she had peeked into this place one or two times. But she hadn't been inside yet. So she stepped inside now, gave the guy she supposed was the shopkeeper - well, he had been around every time she had glanced in, on her way past - a random wave and began to explore. Now, what could she waste some money on?

Shampoos, maybe. Sweet-scented shampoos, for her pretty hair. Yes, she was rather proud of her hair.

Arabella-Marie stepped in the beautyfying potions shop and looked about the aisles she was only browsing as she was just 11 she didnt need any potions to make her look pretty

Stella walked into the shop sighing. This is going to be her second time at Hogwarts. This is her favorite shop in Diagon Alley even though she doesn't need anything because she is perfect. She walked towards the end of the shop, standing next to a girl, shorter then her. She thought she should buy here a shampoo or something like that she thought in case of emergencies.

Accidentally, her touched the girls hand which standing next her and hands seemed to be very dry and weren't very smooth. Stella thought maybe she should give the girl some advice about how to help her about problems, "I don't mean to be rude," she said looking at the girl. She just couldn't believe she said that out loud it sounds just so stupid, "But your hands have problems," she took out of one of the shelves a hand lotion and gave it to her, "You should use this. It actually works and it saved my hands last year." She showed a fake small smile, but she tried not to make it obvious. Stella hates smiling.

Arabella-Marie looked at the girl who gave her a lotion and said "Thanks and no you weren't rude" Arabella-Marie knew that her hands were dry but she did a lot of dishes and well she just did a lot of work in the house in the general

This girl is nice, saying Stella isn't rude. "Are you a firstie? 'Cause if you are then all that kindness will go at your forth or third year, just a matter of time." Stella said curling her long blond beautiful and perfect hair around her long skinny finger. Now was the time to test if the girl had good taste in products, "Hey, I am in a very complicated and difficult dilemma," she said exaggerating, taking two different kinds of shampoos from two different shelves. "I like products which smell natural and fresh and I can't decide if I should buy the shampoo which smells like strawberry or pomegranate, and both of them are delicious," handing over the two shampoo bottles.

Arabella-Marie looked at the girl and said "Yeah i am a firstie and yum well i think you should buy both shampoos if you can't make up your mind"

"You're right," said Stella nodding her head slowly with a small devious smile," Anyway what is your name firstie," she asked tilting her head a bit. She didn't have many friends and she doesn't want those posh girls which think they are so clever. They make her feel sick like she just like a peppermint wand. Those things are also horrid. "Try and get sorted in Ravenclaw it's a great house, and you'll see me everyday," she said still not knowing how she got sorted into the house of the brainy people. Maybe for a knowledge about fashion and she is rather clever if she wants to.

Arabella-Marie smiled and said "My name is Arabella-Marie Kingston" Arabella-Marie held her hand out for the girl to shake

"My name is Stella Orabelle Swan, and I am from France," she said with a kind small smirk, wondering if she should shake someones hand which dry. "Usually I don't shake hands, especially if a person has a dry hand it just gives me terrible goosebumps and nightmares for at least a week. I prefer high-fives or a punch fist to fist even though it's rather guy-ish," she said curling her hair around her finger and with her other hand showing a fist, hoping the girl understands what it means.

Arabella-Marie looked a bit confused at Stella but put her outstrectched hand into a fist and punched stella's fist and said "Yeah i kind of get what you mean Stella and its a pleasure to meet you"

Stella smiled, which is rare if she means it, so this moment is rare. "It's a pleasure to meet you too Arabella, and I guess and at the end of the year I'm gonna teach you everything about me, and you're not gonna be one of those girls who think they are the queen pf England," she said letting go of the fist. "I going to pray to see you in Ravenclaw," she added gleefully. Stella is glad she met this girl even though she is only a first year.

Arabella-Marie smiled and said "Yeah i hope so too and of course not my family is pretty rich i live in the countryside of wiltshire in a big manision and i hope that i am in Ravenclaw too" Arabella-Marie had to hope for the best even though she had a feeling that she would be a gryffindor like her sister

"Wow, you live in a mansion," Stella said rather impressed, "The last time that I was in a mansion, palace or anything like that I got lost at least five times." Stella then had a sudden, terrifying thought that the girl would think she got lost in Hogwarts or Beauxbatons. "But I didn't get lost in Hogwarts or in Beauxbatons," she added quickly. "So," she added sighing tossing her long hair back, "Are you excited?"