Angelina giggled too. "I guess so, then." She had a point there. "But you can create your own style! Then people will say, 'Hail! here comes the awesome girl with short trousers!' I think it would even be to your advantage, because they wouldn't make you look too scary but just respectful." Ya know? Because with that sweet giggle, she didn't look like those type of silly Slytherins that believed the world revolved around them.

Although she knew the list by heart by now, Angelina still let her read it out.

One standard length? Haha. "No." That particular... issue had led to a heated discussion with her boyfriend, and she smiled bitterly at the memory. "You can wear it anyway you want within reasonable length.

"It's pretty hectic there, so how about I bring stuff you want here and you can try them on without much interruption?" She gave them a second or two to decide, then went to the displays. If the little girl wanted to follow her, she would. But Angelina would just carry her stuff to there anyway, because she didn't want them to get mixed with someone else's clothes.

Picking a vest and cardigan she believed would fit her, she went on towards blouses and skirts, got the sizes that probably would fit her, then went back to the changing rooms and piled them on the couch she had been sitting on.

"I believe these are your size, but you should still try them on while I get the rest of the things you will need?"

Hawthorne Grabbed the clothes form the nice lady and nodded in thanks. She went into a changing room in order to try on the clothes. She first took off her shirt and tried the blouses. Luckily they fit perfectly, every one. Then she tried the skirts and they fit okay... but she didn't really want all of them the same length.

She put back on her own clothes and re-wrapped her scarf around her neck.

"Excuse me!" she said, tapping the nice lady again. "These all fit great, but for the skirts I think I might get three and get each in different lengths... one short one, one knee length, and one long one. I think that would help with how chilly it can get in the fall and winter."

Fern just couldn't make up her mind. Did the red wash out her face, or did it make her lips look redder and fuller? But then, what about the purple. Fern had read all about how dark colors made people look slimmer - would the royal purple give her an elegant, willowy figure? But wait! Did she want a willowy figure!? What was better - a willowy figure or an hourglass figure!? Fern let out a little moan. If her mother would let her subscribe to Teen Witch, she would have the answer to these questions!!

If it hadn't been for the sudden interruption, the 12-year-old would have started hitting her forehead against the mirror. But instead, she turned around to see who had addressed her - or rather, tried to turn around. The hem of the sparkly, purple robe was caught under her heal, and as she moved, Fern got caught up in all the fabric and with a shriek, found herself in a tangled mess on the floor.

"Whyyyyyyyy me!?" The Hufflepuff cried, and dramatically buried her face in the heap of robes.

Angelina went to get her the socks she'd specified while she was trying the clothes. She figured she was going to use her father's old hat, so her clothes were collected in that pile there! Great! She added the socks as the girl got out of the changing room, and listened to her request.

"Sure," she said and drew her wand. She shortened one of them about three fingers, and lengthened another one by three fingers long again.

"Better?" Any shorter or longer?
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Angelina wished she hadn't interrupted but watched the girl suffer make up her own mind, because she felt like she deprived herself of some giggling.

She didn't, though! Although it was very, very rude to giggle... she snorted while trying to keep the giggling under control, clutched her mouth tightly with both hands as she got redder--perks of having a dark skin, she probably wouldn't notice--then breathed deeply. Okay. She was fine. A sweet little girl was having a clothes crisis and she was laughing at her.

Shame on you, Eboué!

She rushed, well, sort of late to her aid. "It's alright!" she cooed and offered her hand to get her up. "I'm here, I'll help you. It's not you at all."

Head down, ears mostly covered by the robes, Fern didn't hear the woman's giggles or snorts. It wasn't until the witch approached her, that she heard her words. "It's not alright!" Fern cried, picking her head up and shaking her head, "It's not!" With a sniffle that was a little louder than necessary, she accepted the sympathetic woman's hand and scrambled out of the tangled robes, losing a wedge sandal in the process, which caused her to give another moan of distress. This moan was a lot louder than necessary.

"My whole life will be ruined for forever," she told the lady, still holding onto her hand for support as she wobbled on her one wedge, "if I don't pick the right robe! My whole life, I've always wore hot pink! But I'm 12 years old now! Hot pink is too little-girlish! I need a more mature look, for a more mature me! I need a new signature color!"

"EVERYTHING is riding on this decision! EVERYTHING!" Fern gave the witch's hand a tug on the two 'EVERYTHING's to emphasize her point.

"No these are perfect!" hawthorne smiled. "I think this is all i will be needing then... i think." She looked over her list once more.

Oh, okay. OKAY! It wasn't alright. Angelina was too proud to admit it, but she was starting to panic slightly. She could guess the little girl's problem and looked almost as lost as her as she got her up.

"Okay, I understand the gravity of it," she said as calmly as she could. Even her voice was dramatic though, because she FELT her panic too. If it was going to be her signature colour, everything really depended on it.

She eyed the robes there and shook her head slightly. Her forehead was creased with distress too.

"I think both red and this purple are a bit too brave now," she said as she turned her gaze to her again. "Twelve is an important age! But think about sixteen. If you jump to these now, you'll have to wear black at sixteen and well, no one likes it." Right? She, for example, hated black. "So, how about something like dark orchid? It's still a tone of pink, but a much cooler tone, and it will enable a smooth transition to purple at sixteen. We have robes in that colour if you want."

Please?
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"Great!" Angelina shared the smile. She let her check the list nevertheless, but those really were all. "Then, if you could proceed to counter," she said, and waved her wand at her pile of clothes to move them to the counter.

The dramatic tone of the woman's voice heightened Fern's own anxiety. Open mouthed, still squeezing the witch's hand, Fern watched as the woman surveyed the mess of robes. Then, when the woman shook her head, Fern let out her loudest moan of distress yet.

The 12-year-old wanted to fling herself back on the ground, hide under the robes, and never, ever come out from under them ever. HER LIFE WAS RUINED! How could she go back to Hogwarts, let alone leave this store - LET ALONE LEAVE THE CHANGING ROOMS!? IT WOULD BE HOT PINK EVERYTHING FOR THE REST OF HER LIFE, AND THERE WAS NO WAY SHE COULD GO OUT IN PUBLIC EVER AGAIN! THE EMBARRASSMENT SHE WOULD FACE! THE HUMILIATION! THE SHAME!

She had no choice! Letting go of the kind witch's hand, Fern wobbled on her one wedge, gulped, and looked down at the robes on the floor like a pirate walking the plank looks at shark infested waters. Becoming Madame Malkin's Changing Room Hermit was the only option she could foresee that would involve the least amount of shame. If only - but then the woman spoke.

And what sweet words of wisdom she bestowed upon Fern. Everything she said was so true! Fern gasped - she had never thought about that! And oh! What if this woman hadn't appeared, and Fern had actually decided to go with the purple!? AND THEN BEEN FORCED TO WEAR BLACK AT SIXTEEN!? "I hate black!" the tween cried fervently; she had suffered through black school robes all last year, and she was not looking forward to wearing them for six more years.

Oh! Dark orchid! Fern gasped again, and for a moment she was completely still, transported away by the image of herself, walking down Diagon Alley in a sparkly dark orchid robe. All the girls would stew in their jealousy, and all the boys would sigh, and Forrest - Forrest would think, 'It's clear by the way she dresses that Fern is so mature! Way more maturer than Cuthbert! Why did I ever gossip behind her back with that gillyweed-brain-super-loser-meanie-face-jerk!?'

Breaking out of her reverie with a delighted grin, Fern was about to tell the witch that she thought dark orchid was the perfect signature color for her, but again she gasped, this time stopped in her tracks by the words 'We have robes in that colour if you want.'

"WE!?" Fern exclaimed, "WE!? AS IN YOU WORK HERE!?"

"THAT IS THE MOST AMAZING THING EVER!!"

Hands full of robes and accessories, Leah entered the Changing Room at the left corner of the shop. She was so tired and wanted to leave as quick as possible. Luckily, she had a pretty good eye for clothes and chose uniforms that probably suit her which was quite easy, considering that she just chose the smallest size there was.

She was right. Everything fit her perfectly. The small girl put on as many clothes as possible on at one time. Grey sweater on top of white blouse, plus a skirt and a pair of knee socks. Hmm, not bad. She thought as she turned her body around in front of the full-length mirror. She draped a black cloak with silver fastenings on her shoulders and pulled it off again. It was getting hot and stuffy inside the small changing room with these many layers of clothes on. In SUMMER!

Leah took the cloak and sweater off and pulled on a black robe. She did not like the color. Plain. Black. But she had no choice. "It matches with the pointed hat, anyway." She cheered herself up. She looked exactly like a witch in muggle history books. Leah had chosen Hufflepuff yellow and black ties and scarf. It was very likely she would be sorted into that house. "Pretty," she muttered. Not to mention that yellow is her favorite color.

Everything was fine, now Leah only needed to go and purchase all her uniforms. She felt that she did not need to try on any more clothes in the future. The girl approached the counter, her arms full of robes again.

She hated black! GREAT! That brought a wide smile on Angelina's face, because it would be a shame if such a cute little girl liked black. The mere WORD was depressing. Her smile vanished soon, though, because she might think the assistant was mocking her, whereas Angelina understood her completely and was approaching the problem seriously.

She let her think it over as she studied her face closely for signs of what she thought. Hmm... she was grinning delightfully soon anyway, and it made Angelina smile in JOY, and it turned into a heartily laugh that echoed off the walls.

"I do, yes!" she said in the BEST MOOD ever. She was so SO glad this little girl showed up here and brightened her day! "Thank you!" Hehe. She'd never thought working here would be a compliment or a great thing, but she could understand her reasons. That meant the girl would really get professional help. She would SEE to it.

"So you're starting your second grade?" Wow. Important years.

"OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSH," Fern cried, jumping up and down and clapping her hands eagerly, "YOU ARE A FASHION EXPERT!" Fern should have known by the way the woman so quickly came to the conclusion that dark orchid was the signature color for her. Only a true expert could come up such a specific a color. Normal people did not know these fine variations in color. Fern knew this because she had asked Uncle Carl for a hot pink headband for her 11th birthday, and he had picked out a magenta one.

MAGENTA!

"WILL YOU TEACH ME YOUR WAYS!? The tween clasped her hands, begging, "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!"

"I would do ANYTHING! I would be your BEST student EVER!" Credentials! Fern needed credentials! That's what her parents always looked for when hiring a new jockey. "I've read as much as I can on fashion when I'm at the bookstore, and, and! My best friend Minnie thought I was so good at it she let me pick out her cosmetics! Minnie was seventeen!" Yes. Yes. What else? Ummmm...

OOH! THE LADY WAS RIGHT! FERN WAS GOING INTO HER SECOND GRADE! "Yes! I'll be a second year! Which means I'm basically a teenager! And actually, I think mentally, I am a teenager! I mean, I'm pretty mature!"

Twelve. She was twelve now. Brynn knew she wasn't quite a teenager yet, but twelve even sounded so much more mature than eleven. She could feel it too.

And she hadn't forgotten about her birthday makeover. The one she had planned with Fern way back on Valentine's Day and grew more and more excited about it as the months went on. And today was finally the day!

After making some plans with her BFF via owls, the redhead begged her mother to take her to Diagon Alley - and drop her off for a couple hours. She was twelve now and even though her mom insisted on being in the area, Brynn thought she was completely old enough to be on her own for a little bit. Especially if she was going to be with hanging out with teenagers.

With her birthday money tucked into her purse, Brynn made her way through Madame Malkins, her eyes searching for any sign of familiarity. No Fern yet and she wasn't sure what her friend Angelina looked like other than she worked here. Weaving through the racks of clothes and crowd of people, the redhead made her way to the back of the store near the changing rooms. Might be best to stand away from the crowd, especially if they were going to get some special service.

Fern had almost been side-tracked several times upon entering Madame Malkin's. Everywhere she turned her head there were robes! Sparkly robes! High-low robes! Dark orchid robes! And oooh - in her size too!?

But no. Each time she was tempted, Fern forced herself to pull her hand back from the hangers. She was a young, teenage(!!!) witch on a mission: her BFF Brynny was officially 12-years-old today and getting a makeover.

After growing another inch over the summer (and with the help of her new two inch-high, ankle-tie wedges), Fern had no problem seeing over the racks. It only took her several minutes to realize Brynny was not in the main room, and so the teenager headed over to the changing rooms.

It took the Hufflepuff longer than it should have to spot her friend because she was initially looking for a very petite girl with grey hair. Then she spotted the bright red hair and remembered, Brynny was young again!!

"BRYNNY!!" Fern squealed and after running up to the Ravenclaw, gave her BFF a hug and two air kisses on both cheeks like a very posh socialite, "Mwah! Mwah! How are you doing!? How's your birthday going!? OMG it's been like forever!!"

Oh this was already so exciting! Even before Fern or Fern's friend Angelina was here, Brynn was already starting to bubble over with excitement. She started to pace a bit unknowingly, wandering back and forth in front of the changing rooms, peering at the closest racks of robes. Signature color.. those words of Fern's kept repeating themselves in her head. Oh what would her signature color be? And maybe later she could get some makeup to coordinate! Though she was sure her mother would not approve.. but her mother didn't have to know, right? She could get some sparkly lip gloss and sneak that by her.

Turning on the spot as she heard the squeal, brown eyes quickly searched the area until she found the owner of the voice. "FERN!!" She reached for the other girl, returning the hug and trying not to giggle at the air kisses. It wouldn't be very mature if she did and she needed to remember that sort of greeting for next time. "My birthday's going great so far! I got some birthday money so I can buy stuff here.. I'm so excited! And my mom said she could get us some ice cream later on after we were done here." She was beaming at her friend, it was shaping up to be such a great day. "And.." she leaned in a little closer and lowered her voice. "I think I have enough money to go over to Priimpernelle's and get some makeup too. But we can keep that between us." She gave her a knowing wink before stepping back to look at her. "Did you get taller?" Or maybe it was the super cute heels!

Leo was now 38 years old. A man in his prime age if you asked his batty old grandmother Gertrude who once again at the last family gathering had pointed out that he needed to settle down with the right woman. And his best friend Sophia had AGREED!!!!

That was why they now arm in arm pushed open the doors to Madam Malkins to buy him a new wardrobe much to Leo's displeasure. Heading inside the shop Leo let his gaze drift over the many racks of clothes and shuddered inwardly.

Disentangling himself from his BFF he asked for probably the millionth time. "Is this really necessary? Wouldn't you rather go buy ice cream?"

After releasing Leo, Sophia made her way to the men section. Really, Leo had missed out on too many chances with the females. Maybe she out to rephrase that, all those women missed out on him. He really was a lovely man but he had no swag...was that what the young ones called it these days? Yeah, she wouldn't be uttering that word out loud any time soon.

"Of course it's necessary Leobald. You need new clothes and a hair cut." She eyed his shaggy dark hair. "I'm meeting Tyler and Ariana at Floreans after we're done here so ice cream will have to wait." She pulled a few pieces off the racks.

"Let's see...what's your colour?" She held the shirt up to him." Blue...and purple."

Feeling defeated Leo followed in Sophia's wake over to the men's section of the shop. His hands automatically moved to brush a few fingers through his curls at the mention of him needing a hair cut as well. Flailing with his arms Leo protested loudly. "I'm not letting Monte Bossa cut my hair. I don't trust the man, no matter how good everyone says he is." But then again Leo rarely trusted anyone who raised a scissor within close proximity of his hair. "Can't you cut my hair? I trust you."

Examining the shirts on closest rack he pulled out a nice white shirt as Sophia held up a blue and a purple one that made his eyes widen a tad in surprise. "You think I'd look good in purple?" At least it wasn't neon green.

Angelina was having a tea break from all the daunting speed of summer time. She loved children and all, but they could be tiring -

....WHO were talking in exclamations there?

Narrowing her eyes as she focused on the sounds, she got up at last and checked herself in the mirror: black shirt: check; white shorts: check; necklace: good; hair: alright; make up: still great. Taking the last sip from her tea, she emerged from the back room and headed towards the changing rooms. She put on a smile, but it turned into a genuine one soon. There were two CUUUUTE little girls there, and one was Fern. She remembered her perfectly from the year before.

"Hey Fern!" she greeted her warmly and grinned at her friend. "Hello. Angelina Eboué, the assistant here. How are you two?" Having a shopping time together, mhmmm?



Angelina knew she shouldn't complain yet, as it was just the beginning.

She wasn't even trying to read a book, as she knew she wouldn't be able to finish a page before someone walked in, so she was absent-mindedly flipping through a fashion magazine's pages when she heard them: a son and a mother. She gave them some time so as not to bother them, and emerged from back room after a while. Where were - oh, there, in the changing rooms. She walked there, still too careless to notice the man was too big to be her son. She stopped, drew a breath to offer her help, when she looked at the man for the first time and she was too shocked to speak for a moment. Okay, he wasn't her son... husband... nephew, maybe? But why was SHE buying him something? A nephew at that age...

Well, who was she to judge?

"Angelina Eboué, at your service." In case they needed her.

Caelen had not so fond memeories of doing this last year, when almost everything was too big. Now since she grew two inches, everything would be too short. And yes, the redhead was being a little dramatic about her recent growth spurt, but those didn't happen often to her. So it was kind of exciting when it did. Like brag about it to your REALLY tall brother like he was supposed to care big. Though everyone was still taller than her. Which totally wasn't fair, person who decided heights. But, whatever. Maybe she would hit another growth spurt soon.

Entering the dressing room, she threw her stuff into a corner and began to try everything on. Okay, the skirt pretty much fit, though she would probably either need a belt or the next size down because the blue eyed girl didn't have hips yet. Or a butt. Yeah, she was pretty much a stick figure the whole way down. Though her brother was the same way. Except he was a dude and she was a girl so.....

And after trying on the pants and thinking really hard to herself about what kind of belts she owned, the thin girl made a not lifechanging discovery. It was the same thing for the trousers too. Stupid trousers. Couldn't she wear shorts to school every day of the year? She wasn't THAT clumsy, she'd only seriously harm herself once or twice.

The socks fit okay, and since those were the only thing that was fitting so far, the second year was going to allow herself that little victory. There weren't many in changing room world for short people, and those that did happen needed to be celebrated.

And of course the tie fit well. Although that was mainly because she tied it super tight so it wouldn't drape onto her shoulders. Because if her everything was small, that meant that she had a small neck too. Ties were hard to hold on it most of the time.

Looking in the mirror with everything on her body for a final conformation, the blue eyed girl beamed with excitement. This was going to be her second year! She wasn't going to be one of the youngest kids in school anymore! And the girl with the shoulder length hair got to learn new things. And speaking of new, since her new haircut, growth spurt and braces, the kid looked like a whole new Caelen! And it was hard to say which Caelen she liked better, because even though the old one was cute and smart, this one had her best friend going to Hogwarts with her.

And this year, Caelen was determined to talk to more people and not just focus on the schooling aspect of school. Because she didn't want to leave Hogwarts only knowing one person. That was lame. And boring. The freckle faced girl wanted to have people to talk to and do homework with all of the time. Because that sounded fun.

Putting her purple shorts and her gingerbread man tank top on, the second year student adjusted her headband and walked out of the dressing room, making a mental note to replace the pants.

All of this excitement was too much to contain. Fern squealed again as Brynny told her about how her birthday was going, and she blurted, ”I have money too! To buy you something special also! Or maybe! Maybe something matching for both of us! Like BFF scarves!” And they were going to get ice cream!? Fern squealed again, this time clapping her hands. Never mind that they would be accompanied by Brynny’s mom; living in a household of seven, the 13-year-old understood how hard it was to completely escape from family members. Plus she knew that Brynny’s mom would TOTALLY love her.

When her friend leaned in, Fern leaned in also. This time she managed to keep her squeal in. ”Don’t worry Brynny! I was there for my birthday, and they have a new line of products just for tweens! They won’t get you in trouble but will make you super cute and mature!” She nodded seriously. Fern wished Madame Primpernelle’s had carried these items for her when she was younger. But fortunately, her natural beauty had gone a long way in making up for the fact she was forced to go product-free. Brynny was also naturally beautiful, but as her BFF, Fern would make sure the Ravenclaw wasn’t left to fend for herself with nothing but beauty sleep and chapstick to supplement her merlin-given looks.

At the redhead’s question, Fern looked down at her long legs self-consciously, ”Yeah…” She had measured herself last week, and she now stood at five feet, four and half inches, with only an inch and a half of wiggle room before she grew too tall to race winged horses. ”But,” she looked back at her friend, chin sticking out determinedly, ”I’m not going to grow any taller! I’ve given up milk!”
Fern knew that voice, and she turned around, any expression of stubbornness washed away, replaced by giddy joy. Angelina remembered her name! Fern knew that she would, of course, but OMG! SHE REMEMBERED HER NAME!! ”ANGELINA!!! This is my BFF Brynny!! Fern reached for Brynny’s hand. Did she see how amazing Angelina looked!? How everything about the shop assistant was flawless and perfect and mature and cool!? ”Today she’s officially 12-years-old, and we are here for a makeover!! I told her all about how you helped me pick out my signature color,” Fern hoped Angelina noticed her dark orchid finger and toe nails, and her dark orchid statement necklace, ”and I told her you could help her find her’s!!”

Sophia laughed and shook her head just a little. She still wasn't quite used to a grown man whining but since it was coming from her best friend it was a little bit endearing to her.

"Monte Bossa is a bit..eccentric but he's very good at what he does Leobald." Though she was okay with a scissor as well."Though if you insist I will cut your hair for you."

Sophia took the white shirt out of Leo's hand and put it back." You have enough of those. And yes, yes you'll look good in purple. You're a wizard Leo, back in the day, purple was standard." She skipped through the racks until another voice joined them.

Sophia turned around to look at the shopkeeper after her introduction."Why yes you can. I'm going to need at least four new dress robes for my friend here and some shirt and a pair of pants or...few." She grinned at Leo. "But I need things to fit him flatteringly and I need colours that won't make him look sickly."

"I insist." Leo quickly affirmed at Sophia’s offer. "This was all your idea in the first place so you should be nice and cut my hair." Or he wouldn't cut it at all. It was as simple as that. Rolling his eyes he scoffed "A bit? The man is just too over the top." He only stared at Sophia when she snatched the white shirt out of his hand, placed it back on a rack while she made a case for him wearing purple. "If you say so," He grumbled under his breath. "I'll try purple then. Just no pinks, I tried that when I was invited to attend one of Javy’s lessons this past year. I wasn’t exactly comfortable in it." He had only worn pink because it was required.

At that moment a shopkeeper conveniently decided to show up probably drawn there by their voices. Flashing the twenties something woman a smile Leo said "Pleasure to meet you." Turning back to the clothing racks he heard how Sophia right away involved the shopkeeper in helping to pick out clothes for him. Going over to another rack he started to browse the pants selection.

Oh, they were friends. Just that. Friends. Okay. Angelina nodded once as her eyes started to study the man with professional interest. He would look nice in dark blue... she guessed...

"Are there any colours or patterns on your mind?"

And, y'know, seeling four new dress robes at once was great.

Sophia waved him off. She said she would cut it, so cut it she would. "I will cut your hair Leo. You'll just have to come home with me after we're not shopping here...and after ice-cream of course." Because Ariana wouldn't get over it if they left Diagon Alley without getting ice-cream. She smiled just a little bit.

"I think he's...okay.I like his style sometimes." And she did mean sometimes. The stylist didn't always pull off all the styles that he experimented with, but the fact that he was willing to experiment made up for most things. "Oh psssh, I'm sure you didn't look that bad in pink Leobald but fine, no pink..light red will do though." She pull one of those and handed it to him.

The transfiguration professor tapped her chin thoughtfully before squinting her eyes to picture Leo in different colours and patterns. "I'm thinking navy blue pinstripes for the trousers...and you know if we can get a three piece pinstripe that would be good too. Of course you know standard black is a must. What do you think?" She asked while smiling expectantly at the shopkeeper. She did have suggestions right?

Brynn's brown eyes widened considerably as Fern expressed her desire to buy her a birthday present. "You do? You are?" Her expression of surprise soon turned into a wide grin as she suddenly hugged her friend. "Oh Fern, you don't have to get me anything! But I really like BFF things!" Oh that was the best idea! And even though she was trying to be polite by saying she didn't have to get her anything, she really hoped she would and that it would be something matching for BFFs. And then she giggled with excitement as Fern squealed and clapped her hands at the mention of ice cream. This was going to be the best birthday ever! Or so far. Because thirteen was even more special than twelve, so something even more awesome should happen next year. It was only right.

Her grin turned into a gasp as Fern shared her revelation about Madame Primpernelle's. "Oh they do? That sounds perfect!" She still wasn't sure her mother would allow it, but she just had to! It was her birthday and it was something just for her age, even though she knew it would make her look more mature. Fern said so and she gave her a knowing nod in return. "I'm really excited about that too," she said biting her lip almost to physically contain her excitement. "And you can show me which kind you have." Because obviously Fern knew what was what being thirteen already. She did give her a curiously look as the other girl seemed to not be happy about her little growth spurt. "Really? I think it makes you look more grown-up." But Brynn felt kinda short by comparison and short was for little kids.

Brown eyes darted to another voice and she gasped a little before a smile made its way to her face. This was the famous Angelina! And look how pretty and poised she looked. Was that a French name? How sophisticated it sounded! Brynn took Fern's hand as she reached for it and she turned her focus on the woman, nodding a bit as she allowed Fern to make the introductions. "Hi," she said a bit shyly. "Fern's told me all about you and how you're a fashion and color expert." She beamed a bit. "It's my birthday and we've been planning a birthday makeover. You could do one of those right?" Oh please say you could!