Ducks in a Row PV | L. Machavariani Finished

my ducks?
in a row. ordered.


pathetic.


She exited the fitting room looking like a little kid on Easter, except maybe in the 1940s. Not exactly the happiest, not exactly wearing the brightest of colours, but still all spruced up and a bit nicer than usual. The girl's doll-like features really fit the look, but the filigree dangling awkwardly from her wrists kind of killed the vibe. Dang.

Cyrus moved a bit closer. He thought perhaps with a bit of tinkering he could tighten the bracelets, but also, if Livia grew older, he hoped she might grow into them. So he would leave them as they were, with no attempt to fix what, in a few years, wouldn't need fixing.

'I have to say, the flower crown's nice. You can keep it. And all the other stuff, but we already agreed to that. Let's go up to the front to pay for it.' It didn't seem like the blouse or skirt needed tailoring, after all.

Cyrus did his best to bring Livia to the front. To the teller, he explained which objects she wore had belonged to the shop; he expressly stated that the flower crown had been made by him, which earned him a wry chuckle from the shopkeeper. The total came to an insane amount of galleons, which would have made Cyrus blanch, but luckily for him, he'd gone to Gringotts earlier and had exchanged a heck of a lot of pounds for galleons. He dumped a lot of them on the desk and said, 'Keep the change.'

Slipping his hands into his pockets, he turned to face the girl next to him. He would help put her clothes into the bag the shopkeeper had given him. 'I've gotta go – I think you're right, maybe some specific flowers would be best for my girl, and I'm not gonna find those here. Thanks for the fun, Young Padawan.'

With that, he left.



Setting: August 2025. Mid-morning.
Interactions: @Livia Machavariani