"Um." Celandine answered cautiously. "Okay." She was sure? She was SURE she wasn't like, scoping things so she could tell the paparazzi where she was?

Cela's natural tendency to like people and be friendly won through and she offered up a friendly and sunshiney smile.

"Its okay. Really. I'm Celandine Tous...Kettleburn." Eeep!

She still caught herself out sometimes.



Cela couldn't help but overhear they young girl speak up and say she was muggleborn. Now Cel didn't mind but it wasn't the right place to be saying something like that.She was keeping an eye out now for sure. She'd step in if that man did or said anything horrible.

She hoped that the girl would go to Madame Malkins instead. It was safer there by far.

Carina smiled sheepishly and went back to flipping, somewhat hurriedly now, through the robes display. Really. If anyone could dig themselves a hole, it was her.

OH! Heheh. She was talking some more. YAY! Looking up with a HUGE, radiating smile on her face, Carina said, "Pleasure to meet you, Celandine Tous Kettleburn!" What an odd name that was. Cute. But odd.

Rubbing the palm of her hand on the front of her dress a bit Carina offered it to Celandine. "Carina Lillard!" she exclaimed. Yep. That's ME!

"Its just Celandine Kettleburn actually. I.." She laughed quietly at herself and held her hand out, showing the bling-bling engagement ring along with her wedding ring. "I'm just not used to saying so. I've been married for a year." So she should hurry UP and get used to it. Totally.

Elizabeth walks in and is dreading being in here. She's not scared because she is a pureblood but she hates shopping. She believes her servent should be doing it but she knows she can't really trust her servent to buy good clothes. Also She hates going anywhere because people treat here diffrently because of her family. Its been 4 generations but people still treat her like she did someting wrong when she didnt. She can't help what her family has done in the past. But she puts up with it and her and her older sister Charlie go straight to the school robes.
Charlie pulls out a robe and says, "Hey how about this one?"
Elizabeth looks at Chalire disgusted, "You're kidding me right. It looks like a Weasley should be wearing it."

Ara was not phased nor afraid to be in Knockturn alley, she was pureblood of course and skilled with her wand should the need arise. She casually walked into Twilfit and Tattings Upscale Robes, wanting some extra dress robes for her father's lavish parties at their manor. She loved buying dress robes, the shopping somewhat calmed her, which she needed as she recently moved to Britain with her family and transferred to Hogwarts as a sixth year to continue her studies.

Ara strolled through the aisles looking for any goddess styled dress robes and spotted the section where her gaze fell upon a gorgeous hunter green with gold sequined trim. It was perfect. Her hand grazed over the material, it was a delicate and comforting silk, skimming over her skin. Best of all it was her size, yet she still needed to try it on. Ara walked to the changing room and slipped into the dress, and turned around to look in the mirror, it was the perfect fit, flowing and caressing her skin. It showed a modest amount of skin at the back but it was elegant at the same time.

She smiled to herself and changed back to her flowing black circle day dress which was a silk three quarter sleeved dress with a modest plunge v neckline subtly edged in green silk and a fitted waistband and sheer silken sleeves. This was her casual always elegant. It was how she was brought up, she had no regrets.

She walked through the aisle and found a similar black dress with silver and rhinestone trim to the green which she had draped over her left arm. It was a definite yes. She walked through the store and found a few more formal dress robes and day dress robes for her casual wear. Satisfied that mother and father would approve.

Turning into Twilfit and Tattings, a soon to be first year with an air of excitement that did not match the cool aura of the store strolled in with mother and baby brother in tow. If it wasn't for the long ebony hair that cascaded down the young witch's back, she might have even been mistaken as a young boy at first glance. her blueish-grey eyes widened as though looking at the store anew, having come before with her mother, the new aspect being they were picking out the child's first school robes.

"Eris!" The foreign looking mother whispered commandingly with an aristocratic air, supporting the young bored looking baby boy in one arm as her eyes narrowed on the witch's young daughter. "I'm going to pick up some of your books. Take your time, and don't leave the building, please." the woman continued with a sigh, but no less well put together.

With a final look around the store, Isadora waved her long skinny fingers, adorned with a few choicest rings one could afford, at the shop keeper before she exited the room with a ding to the door's bell.

Finally freed from the bonds that were family. Eris quickened her pace up and down the aisle, when she spotted rather stunning looking dress robes in all the colors and shades one could dream of, and all the designs one could hope for. Standing in front of them, giving a certain dress a much needed examination for quality, was a girl a few years older than Eris.

These must be the school robes Eris thought looking at the formal robes with an examining eye, in her mind, since they were for school, the robes must need to be more than usually fancy. Reaching out a hand to pick up a sleeve, the young witch's eyebrows furred with a rather important question forming in her mind.

"Excuse me...." she looked at the older girl under the assumption she was a Hogwarts student as well. "Does it matter what color the three robes we choose for school are?" she asked completely serious, as her right hand fiddled around in her pocket digging for the school list.

This year, Brittania decided that she wanted to splurge on a set of dress robes. Brittania walked into Twilfit and Tattings. Although she was pureblood, she was still slightly scared to shop here, but she decided to stay. She picked out a set of black silk dress robes, a set of emerald green silk dress robes, and a set of iridescent purple silk dress robes. She headed to a dressing room and tried all three dress robes. The emerald green robe and and the purple iridecent robe looked beautiful against her auburn hair and ivory skin. But the black dress robe was the one she liked the most. How it fit on her hourglass frame, how it was cut at a flattering length for her 5'1" frame, and how the color looked good on everybody. She chose the black one and put the other ones back. Brittania went up to the counter, set 15 galleons on it, and left with her dress robe.

Joch timidly entered the shop. She really had no idea what to do. She approached the area where black, formal robes are located. 'These must be the school robes', she thought. She grabbed one and tried it on. It fitted perfectly. She looked at the size, 'Man, medium again', she sighed and grabbed three. She crossed over the rack with cloaks and viewed her list. "One winter cloak (black with silver fastenings)", she read. She searched, 'winter cloak, winter cloak, winter cloak.... AHA!' Then she grabbed it and tried it on. "Perfect."

She saw the side where the other things she need are located. With no hesitation, she grabbed two pairs of white knee socks and a pair of black wool stocking, two red charmable ties and a red charmable winter scarf. She's a great multitasker. While carrying the stuff she'll buy, she has the time to check out what she needs. Being a strong girl, she needs no basket. She went over to a rack and got a grey sweater and a grey cardigan. Two pairs of skirts and three white blouses.

They're almost complete. Joch scanned the things she need and her list. Something seems to be lacking. She scanned the room and found the thing she lacks, a plain black pointed hat. She went over there and got one. She wore it and it fitted perfectly. She went to the counter and paid. She grabbed her extra bag, placed the things she bought and left.

Alex walked in to the store and looked around. Knockturn alley was an interesting place. She looked around for the perfect robes. Gold with purple wands? Too childish. Pink with red roses?Too girly. Then she turned around and saw the perfect robes for her. Red silk robes and gold with glitering stars.. She pulled one of each off the rack and went to go find a matching hat. She payed 30 galleons and 15 sickles. She wanted to go home and drop off her stuff. She would be back later.

Elizabeth strolled into the shop with a little pride but also shame. She wanted to get new dress robes but she didnt like knockturn alley or shops that are discriminating against other bloods. She only came here because she knew that it had the best robes in Britian. She was pure-blood so the warning didn't matter to her. Elizabeth glazed around the racks of robes. She picked two silk dress robes, 3 black satin cloaks, 5 work robes, 2 hats, a speciality robe, and a pair of gloves. This will cost a lot, but who cares she was rich and her finacee wouldn't have to know. She smiled to herself and chuckled. Kade would so frown on her going to this shop let alone knockturn alley.

Cleo entered the shop. She wanted something very similar to the dress she had had in Egypt. She was sure that this shop would have it. After all, she wanted Gron when he was releashed.
Then she saw another witch. Hmmm..maybe she worked here. Cleo approached her softly and asked "Excuse me, do you work here?"

Elizabeth told around when a lady spoke to her. "No, I'm not, I am just a shopper, but maybe i can help you anyways." Elizabeth smiled a little bit, but then frowned since she knew that smiling wasn't common in Knockturn Alley, neither was offering help but... it wasn't in her nature to not be nice to someone. She smiled again.

Cleo nodded. "Of course." She briefly wondered if she should ask for help from just another customer...but then she remembered why her husband had sent her. Mainly to meet with some of the people living in Diagon Alley, it might come in useful. "I once wore a gold ancient Egyptian style dress to special days. I lost it some time ago. Perhaps you have seen something close to it?" And she held up a picture.

OOC: Mind if I send you a PM showing you what's on the picture?

Elizabeth looked at the picture. "That is pretty."She walked to the dresses and searched for a similiar dress to the picture trying to be helpful. "Oh, I'm Elizabeth Davis by the way." She smiled at the lady, "Sorry for my absent manners."

OCC: No i dont mind

Cleo smiled. "Why thank you. I wore it on my wedding night." Then she forced herself to breath calmly as she remembered what had happened the next night. When her husband had been arrested. But she smiled and said "I am Cleo Nroph."

"Nice to meet you Ms. Nroph." Elizabeth smiled. Elizabeth found a similar dress to what the lady wanted. "Would this work?" She held up the dress.

Veronica didn't rise from her seat to greet the customers looking at some of the apparel. As far as she knew, meeting and greeting wasn't in her job description, and she wasn't going to do it if she didn't have to. Reason number six million why this job was much more suited to her than the lousy one she'd had at Madam Malkin's. As she stood from a stool behind the counter and made her way toward the back, she smirked at how pleasant the two customers were being to one another.

She gave them a passing glance then slid into the back area of the shop.

Atropos made his way into the shop. He'd seen her doing the rounds and he figured he would catch her as she was looking in a shop that she would like the most. He waited silently leaning against the door jam.

Nropha looked at the dress. "It is. I thank you for your help. Could I help you with something?"

Elizabeth smiled. "Your welcome and no thanks." She gestured to the levitaing neat pile of clothing beside her. "I picked out what i need and some gifts already. Thanks anyways." She smiled sweetly.

After spending a considerable amount of time observing what the back of the shop had to offer, Veronica decided she'd be on her way. She spun around to face the exit but gasped as she did so. There weren't very many people who could take her by surprise, but Atropos Trelawney always could. She rested her eyes on him long enough to identify him, but then she looked quickly away. She never looked at him for long. She knew how he felt about her, and she couldn't bare to show herself to him.

"Mr. Trelawney," she said, acknowledging his presence. She fumbled with the top of a nearby box as a distraction while she waited for him to speak.

Atropos watched the ladies like a wolf... hungry. He was just about to approach them, when...

"Veronica." He said and didn't look at her. No matter how beautiful this woman was, the memory of her those years ago, still had his stomach doing flips. She still disgusted him. "I am glad you accepted my invitation to come... stay in Knocturn Alley. You're apartment is to your liking?" He asked "I'm sure where you had been staying was sufficient. But I like my people close to me." He said. "No matter who... or what they are."

He touched a fabric on robes that were beside him, and he cast a muffliato charm to cover the . "I was very put out when Sully was killed." He said crushing the velvet in his hand. "I understand it was a young woman who... did it. So, while you are here, working for me, I want you to find out who this woman is... and... take care of her." He then smiled wide. "Enough about work. How are you? I heard your boyfriend is no longer in the picture..." He asked.

At the sound of her name, Veronica's hands froze upon the box she'd been fumbling. She couldn't decide if she was comforted or frightened by the sound of it; but either way, she wasn't forced with having to face him, so she guessed it didn't matter.

"I didn't have a choice," she truthfully spoke, and then she paced a little but still didn't turn around. "The apartment is just fine." The truth was, it was the best home she'd had in years, possibly even counting the one she'd shared with Philippe. Where she'd been staying hadn't been sufficient, but the anger boiling inside of her prevented her from saying such. She hated the fact that he'd never look at her.

Though her back was turned to him, she sensed the presence of the charm he'd cast. She tilted her head slightly to the side to acknowledge that she'd heard him. "I'll see to it that it's taken care of," she replied. Then Philippe was brought up, and she felt her blood run cold at the very mention of his name. "Philippe is in France, and I won't be seeing him anytime soon." That was her answer. Whether she intended it to be mysterious or not was still a mystery even to her. "...and I'm much better now that I'm not slaving over snot-nosed children."

"Now, Now, Veronica," He said shaking his head. "You did have a choice... you just wouldn't like the repercussions of the other choice."

He shrugged. "Children are not allowed here, so feel free to hex any that come in. And you are better off without him."

That hadn't been what she'd meant, but Veronica wasn't sure if she was ready to admit that to him or not. She'd meant that when Philippe left her, or kicked her out his house really, she'd been left homeless and penniless. She hadn't had a choice to accept the position at Madam Malkin's, and when that had fallen through, she definitely had no other choice but to accept the position with with Trelawney.

He'd become her security, but that was yet another fact she'd keep to herself.

She nodded once, even though they were talking about two completely different things. "If I...need your assistance for any reason," she said, her tone indicating slight hesitation, "how would I reach you? Are you always here?" A small part of her--a very, very small part--still sought out the safety his presence brought to her life.

She couldn't help the smile that decorated her face when he mentioned that she should hex the children. "Then I can't wait for them to arrive," she said, "especially the lot from the robes shop."