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Post by ted on Jun 21, 2011 5:37:42 GMT -5
 Slowly Ted turned around once in front of the enchanted mirror, his reflection almost bearing the same expression as him though with a little hint of amusement. He cringed at the corduroy shorts that clung to his arse and thighs. Oh the things I do for family. He made a mental note to never agree to any favor his mum asks him without asking her every single detail of what he had to do. Gingerly pulling down the hem of the shorts, he began to wonder if he really was just a Muggleborn. There must be some Wizarding blood somewhere in his family line, considering the type of fashion his cousin apparently had a knack for.
A part of him wished that he hadn’t owled back so enthusiastically to his mum last Friday when she asked him to shop for his cousin, who was undoubtedly even stranger than Ted was. But he knew that things couldn’t have possibly gone any other way, since he was always so eager of hearing from his family back home. Who would’ve thought that a small note that said ‘Hi honey! Can you buy something for Albert? You two are the same size and we can’t find anything back here. I’ll send you the sketch!’ would land him inside Gladrags, wearing the last pair of skin tight, puke green corduroy Lederhosen shorts?
Honestly, do people still where these kind of things anymore? It was reasonable if one would wear this in a party… but to actually where them casually – that he was skeptical about. Even wizards and witches who were still a bit behind in terms of culture wouldn’t want to be seen wearing such a thing in public. That he figured out quickly as the welcoming witch gave him a funny look upon hearing his inquiry about it and gladly shoved the last pair in his arms. ‘I don’t think it suits you, man,’ snickered his reflection to which he surly replied “You think?” after pulling again at the hem that rested too high on his thigh.
Not wanting to undergo the grueling process of unbuttoning the clothing, he bent down to grab his wand from his jeans pocket. Soon after, he heard an embarrassing rip and felt the fabric slacken around his bum area. He instantly snapped back up and demurely placed his hand behind him, in case someone happened to be close enough to witness his slip up. Looking at his pink stained face in his reflection, he quietly muttered ‘Reparo’ with his wand awkwardly pointed behind him.
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Post by ave on Jun 22, 2011 1:56:14 GMT -5
It was one of those days, despite how early in the day it was Eavan could tell that it was going to be one of those days where she’d rather just crawl into her bed in Ravenclaw Tower and sleep it away. But, as contradicting as it was, she didn’t want to be alone and found solace in a group of nameless Ravenclaw ‘friends’. The majority of her real friends were either out on dates or had landed detention [*coughsiriuscough*], therefore leaving her to seek company elsewhere. It wasn’t difficult for her to squeeze her way into an already established group of friends, acting as if she had always been there, like she belonged. But it was inevitable that she would find herself bored of her ‘friends’ giggles and superficial gossip and found herself disconnecting from the group.
While there may have been an abundance of activities for her to partake in, nothing really tickled her fancy—she wasn’t in the mood for butterbeer or for an early lunch, she didn’t want to shop for candy or jokes, so what could she do? Eavan didn’t feel like making the trek all the way back to the castle, they only got to go to Hogsmeade once a month, if even that, and she didn’t want to waste the day.
Crossing her arms over her chest, the blond Ravenclaw let her eyes scan her surroundings, her gaze dancing over each shop that lined the street, she needed to decide what to do. Haven’t been in Gladrags in a while… she mused, her feet already shuffling in the direction of the clothing store. If anything, she could waste a half hour or so browsing through the selections of clothing. She wasn’t the type of girl who would spend hours trying on clothing that she’d never buy, if something in particular happened to catch her eye then she’d try it on to see whether she wanted to buy it, otherwise she was happy with just looking and moving on.
The door swung open with a ding of the chime hanging above it, signaling her arrival to the staff who would attempt to persuade her into buying the newest addition to the clothing racks.
“I’m just looking…
[/color]” She held up her hands to stop the sales representative who had crossed the room in a matter of seconds to pester Eavan about buying this dress, or that blouse, because it made her eyes pop or accentuated her curves in all the right places. The woman seemed a tad disappointed but assured Ave that if she needed any help then to holler and she would be right over. “ Yeah, will do.[/color]” Ave replied disinterestedly, skimming through the closest rack of gaudy looking dresses. Honestly who would wear some of these things? She was a little surprised that the shop was doing so well with business. She found herself aimlessly wandering around the store, her eyes roving over the various clothing displays, not really finding anything that she would consider purchasing. Eavan entertained the thought of leaving, despite the fact that she hadn’t wasted as much time as she would have liked to, but that was before she came upon a most interesting scene. A fellow student, someone that she recognized from a few of her classes but never really talked to before, was trying on a most peculiar, and outright hideous, pair of shorts that she had ever seen. Her lips quirked into an amused smirk, the exchange between the boy and the enchanted mirror certainly was an entertaining sight. Though her attention was quickly turned elsewhere when he went to grab at, what she assumed, was his wand and a great Riiiiiipppp cut through the silence of the shop. Eavan couldn’t hold it in anymore, she was in hysterics, latching onto the nearest clothing mannequin for support, “ It seems as if your fashion sense just doesn’t agree with you, ey mate?[/color]” She grinned teasingly, “ It’s for the best, I’d say, those shorts were atrocious.[/color]” [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by ted on Jun 23, 2011 22:34:09 GMT -5
Tossing his wand to a small wooden stool just beside him, he gave a sigh and tried to fight down the blush that tinted his neck. Although he was sure that the tearing fabric had generated enough noise to be audible within a few meters from where he was standing, he still mentally tried to convince himself otherwise. Of course, like any other day in his generally uneventful life, things never went as he wanted. Almost immediately after his little incident, he heard a healthy guffaw coming from behind him resonate in the shop. So it seems that someone had seen his slip-up after all. Bugger.
He turned around sharply to face the person the had just delightfully entertained, careful not to move too much or else he would have another impromptu replay. “How long have you – “ he started but cut himself off. It would be absolutely stupid for him to even ask how long has she been standing there since her laugh made it very clear that she was present long enough. Instead, he opted to sputter something else. “That wasn’t funny. And this isn’t what it looks like,” he huffed defensively at the girl, his eyebrows knitting together in frustration but his eyes held a pleading look. His authoritative side wasn’t anywhere near convincing and needed a lot of polishing.
He snatched his jeans off from the floor and covered the cursed shorts he wore. Walking sideways, he slipped back into the small room and shut the curtain close. He gladly started to unbutton the shorts open, shoved it down his hips and stepped out of it. Once he was presentable again with his jumper over a shirt and jeans, he went back outside the fitting room to greet the girl properly. He crumpled the offending fabric and carried it under his arm, intent to get his revenge without causing any damage that might make him give up more Galleons that necessary.
Ted cleared his throat, before addressing her calmly. “It doesn’t agree with my fashion sense because it isn’t mine. It’s for my cousin,” he explained. He made a dismissive sound that came out like a snort. “I would never pick up anything like that.”
ooc ; excuse this post. my post yesterday was sooo much better but stupid computer died on me D:
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