17 Aug 2021, 17:23
Measurements at Madam Malkin's
w/ @Cassidy Fraser and @Cassandra Ironwoods
Caught in rapture. Here is how to describe them. The big, protuberant silvery eyes of the child stretch wide open, brightly, as if trying to capture the view of something too majestic - too scary? - too large to be grasped by a human's sight. Because it is illogical. It is absurd. It is simply non sensical.
The mannequins behind the shop window of Madam Malkin's "Robes for all Occasions", all dressed in elaborated robes and twinkly jewellery, appear to move with the same fluidity of a dancer, here and there adjusting the rim of their pointy hats or smoothing the wrinkles of the fabrics.
No snappy movements, not repetitive gestures. Almost as if they knew when to casually let the clock wave a little more, just as another potential customer walks past the colour display.
After all, however big, those bright, clear eyes, stand on the smallest of soft pale features, that of a child too small to constitute visual obstruction to the passers-by. This is little miss Warren, dressed in a grey, simple pinafore dress over blue long-sleeve shirt whose cuffs wrap her little hands, letting the thin fingers free to feel the breeze that flies over Diagon Alley, in what is a typical summer day in London: sun peeking over dark clouds, sudden rain, sun again, and wind, most of all wind.
Wind, when you are trying to understand whether you are just dreaming or still asleep, makes everything feel more magical.
Her perfectly still little figure has a sudden start – a small step backwards, left hand close in a fist against the chest – when the mannequin dressed in blue and feathers decides it is time to change position and spread its arm, revealing the complicated design of a peacock on the big sleeves of the robe.
17 Aug 2021, 18:11
Measurements at Madam Malkin's
August 17th 2021
@Ruth Warren, @Cassandra Ironwoods
Diagon Alley buzzed with wixes like a packed London street — just without the magic. It was getting to the time of year Hogwarts would be opening its — what Cassidy imagined — huge fantasy-like wooden doors to new and old students alike, and everybody had to prepare. The clattering of shoes on cobblestone filled Cassidy's ears as she maneuvered her way though the crowd, gaze flickering from left to right as she searched the stores lining the main path.
The girl glanced down at her list once more to refresh her mind on what she was meant to be looking for. You can find these items at Madame Malkin's, the enchanted parchment read underneath the list of unchecked items of clothing. Her mum had said she would find the shop down towards Gringotts Bank at the end of the alley — a large white building with a huge dome roof — before disappearing to buy Cassidy's younger siblings a souvenir, probably something from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.
Her eyes finally reached the shop — a large cursive sign read the name of the building, with large windows displaying mannequins modelling the clothing, clothing Cassidy wouldn't even think to wear as they were so obsurd. She beelined (half jogging) for the building before anybody could get in her way, list still clutched between her fingers tightly so that it wouldn't be whisked away in the mass of people. Cassidy halted outside the large door next to a small girl — smaller than her — who seemed rather surprised or frightened of the mannequin modeling a rather odd peacock outfit.
Normally, Cassidy would ignore the short girl and continue with her business, but she felt that, being in the same boat, she should lend a hand to her. Plus, it wasn't that far into the day and she had plenty of time to spare. The blonde 11-year-old carefully approached the stranger, weaving through the crowd as she did so, until she was close enough she could speak to her over the loud footsteps and obnoxious chatter.
“Hey, um, are you lost? Are you alright there?” Cassidy asked unsurely, twirling a strand of sandy blonde hair around her index.
“You seem at bit lost,” she added to her question.
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| STA 4 | EV 8 | STR 6 | WIS 9 | ARC 6 | ACC 2 |
18 Aug 2021, 17:29
Measurements at Madam Malkin's
#000080 - English
#C71585 - French
#006400 - Latin
#4B0082 - Spanish
@Cassidy Fraser
@Ruth Warren
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September 1st 2021
In a few days, Cash alongside with bunch other old students that attend Hogwarts will come back to the school that is located in Scottish Highland. Truth to be told eventhough they know the school work will pile up once again and whenever Quddith back in season again, the green eyes will be busy with Quidditch practices and matches.
The Cuban descendant had informed their mother that they need to picked up necessary things for their new school year. Either their mother forgot about it or she ignored it and deemed it was not important to her. The young socialite already used to their mother aloofness. And Cash did not dare hoped too much that their mothould accompanied them today.
After picked up their new school textbooks for their following years from Flourish and Blotts, Cash make their way towards their next destination which is Madam Malkin's "Robes For All Occasions". Their mother had instructed them to picked up the Blue bustier dress for her and some new school uniform that had been tailored made just for the young Ironwoods.
Once the soon to be Third year arrived at the store. They saw two young girls that stood outside the store. Cash tried not to rolled their eyes at one of them. Clearly one of them (Ruth) is enthral with the moving mannequin. Either this is the first time she had been into Diagon Alley or she does not born from magical world.
The other girl (Cassidy) stood beside her and asked the dark haired girl whether she lost or something. Cash did not care much about the mundane conversation. What the Beater cared was about how the other two girls stood in front of the door blocking anyone who wished to entered or leaving the shop.
"Either the two of you get in or shove off,"Cash said to the young girls. "Both of you stood annoyingly in front of the door blocking anyone who wished to entered or leaving the shop like me"They stated. The green eyes did not care whether what they just said hurt the other two girls feeling or not.
What they care about is that the sooner they complete their errand, the better. And these two girls slowed down their process and that pissed Cash off.
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19 Aug 2021, 15:15
Measurements at Madam Malkin's
@Cassidy Fraser and @Cassandra Ironwoods
Eyes still as wide as a couple of Galleons, the little fist against the flat chest, Ruth appears to freeze on the spot against the sudden movement of the ‘peacock-ed’ mannequin.
Cassidy, in looking at her, has full visibility of the silvery irises when Ruth, prompted by the delicate call, turns her head towards that uncertain feminine voice. But she does not meet another strange, inexplicable, or terrorising figure: no scary monster has ever played with golden curls of hair between the fingers.
The pale complexion of the mourners, the opacity of silvery eyes and the cold tones of the blue long-sleeve shirt under the black pinafore make Ruth’s colour palette look like more ‘washed out’ in comparison to Cassidy’s’, as if they were justifying the total absence of breathing in Ruth’s body.
It takes her a couple of seconds, after all, to silently exhale, pale lips still closed, and to show the ability to blink – which helps her focus her attention of Cassidy’s face and, slowly, on the list she is holding in her hand.
Ruth is quick to then shove her hand in the little pocket sewed against the pinafore’s chest area, from which her pale fingers take out an exact copy of the same list. She has also received that parchment.
When she finally speaks, her voice is feeble, yet blatantly posh – of those upper-class families she (also clearly, from her clothes) does not belong to. “Are those…” she starts, throwing quick glances at the mannequins. “are those…”. More fluttering of the eyelashes. “…” Her lips move in something that contains the ‘o’ sound, but her voice breaks and no proper sound can be heard. Further, her face seems to project that air people – children – have when they are not supposed to say certain words.
But that’s when the kindest of them all arrives: Cassandra.
Ruth’s little shoulders freeze again, at the other second voice clearly addressed at her.
She needs to raise her head to even see Casssandra’s face – which provokes another widening of the eyelashes -.
At first, Ruth seems to fixate her eyes on the soon-to-be third year with the same amazement with which she has looked at the mannequin.
Then, colour suddenly fills her cheeks, her nose, even her lips, revealing her embarrassment with the same silent rapidity with which she then moves to the side – she slides, almost, making sure to either follow Cassidy or move close to her. Team work is better than none, against a giant, isn't it?
“Are those” she repeats again, this time with a more audible voice and an urgency scared – or brave – people usually have. “are those ghosts?” She is still looking at Cassandra, but her right arm is stretched towards the window display.
Eyes still as wide as a couple of Galleons, the little fist against the flat chest, Ruth appears to freeze on the spot against the sudden movement of the ‘peacock-ed’ mannequin.
Cassidy, in looking at her, has full visibility of the silvery irises when Ruth, prompted by the delicate call, turns her head towards that uncertain feminine voice. But she does not meet another strange, inexplicable, or terrorising figure: no scary monster has ever played with golden curls of hair between the fingers.
The pale complexion of the mourners, the opacity of silvery eyes and the cold tones of the blue long-sleeve shirt under the black pinafore make Ruth’s colour palette look like more ‘washed out’ in comparison to Cassidy’s’, as if they were justifying the total absence of breathing in Ruth’s body.
It takes her a couple of seconds, after all, to silently exhale, pale lips still closed, and to show the ability to blink – which helps her focus her attention of Cassidy’s face and, slowly, on the list she is holding in her hand.
Ruth is quick to then shove her hand in the little pocket sewed against the pinafore’s chest area, from which her pale fingers take out an exact copy of the same list. She has also received that parchment.
When she finally speaks, her voice is feeble, yet blatantly posh – of those upper-class families she (also clearly, from her clothes) does not belong to. “Are those…” she starts, throwing quick glances at the mannequins. “are those…”. More fluttering of the eyelashes. “…” Her lips move in something that contains the ‘o’ sound, but her voice breaks and no proper sound can be heard. Further, her face seems to project that air people – children – have when they are not supposed to say certain words.
But that’s when the kindest of them all arrives: Cassandra.
Ruth’s little shoulders freeze again, at the other second voice clearly addressed at her.
She needs to raise her head to even see Casssandra’s face – which provokes another widening of the eyelashes -.
At first, Ruth seems to fixate her eyes on the soon-to-be third year with the same amazement with which she has looked at the mannequin.
Then, colour suddenly fills her cheeks, her nose, even her lips, revealing her embarrassment with the same silent rapidity with which she then moves to the side – she slides, almost, making sure to either follow Cassidy or move close to her. Team work is better than none, against a giant, isn't it?
“Are those” she repeats again, this time with a more audible voice and an urgency scared – or brave – people usually have. “are those ghosts?” She is still looking at Cassandra, but her right arm is stretched towards the window display.
21 Aug 2021, 08:32
Measurements at Madam Malkin's
@Ruth Warren, @Cassandra Ironwoods
Cassidy continued to curl her lock of hair around her index, giving an absent blink as the girl struggled to form her sentence. The future first-year slipped her finger out of the curl, letting it bounce like a rabbit, as she parted her rose-red lips to finish the overwhelmed girl's sentence.
Before any words could escape from her throat she heard the frustrated voice of a person behind them. The words were too close to be the usual busy chatter of Diagon Alley. Cassidy spun on her grey trainer's heels to meet them with the corners of her mouth dropping into a grimace as if gravity had just increased. They looked a little older than her, in what she would assume were Oxford shoes (but she was always terrible at guessing shoes), jeans and a black jacket. They looked a little more normal than everybody else, but that didn't mean she wasn't intimidating.
Cassidy heard the shorter girl shuffle away from the entrance to Madame Malkin's, and after a second had passed she followed suit. She turned her head to shoot a couple daggers at them with her eyes. She hadn't realized she had blocked the door and she's sure it was obvious it wasn't intentional. Nobody really blocks a door for somebody you don't know — unless you've had a glass too much of butter beer.
Her boiling blood began to simmer down when the silver-eyed girl asked if the mannequins were ghosts. Cassidy twisted her head to glance over at the mannequins, seeing them through new glasses. She'd assume ghosts couldn't wear clothes and they'd have faces, though. Of course, she'd never seen a ghost, so she couldn't say yes or no.
“I don't think they're ghosts,” Cassidy answered, her words drawn out in slight uncertainty.
“They're probably just enchanted to move, it's probably possible.” She turned her head to face her again after her short time studying the mannequins, a little more confident in her answer this time around.
She had never believed in ghosts because she had no reason to. Her witch mother had never mentioned ghosts, and such a big part of the world would have been mentioned to her, surely. She was sure magic couldn't turn the dead (or living) into ghosts either. She wouldn't force these beliefs down the throat of the girl, though. It was probably the fear speaking there.
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| STA 4 | EV 8 | STR 6 | WIS 9 | ARC 6 | ACC 2 |
24 Sep 2021, 18:18
Measurements at Madam Malkin's
#000080 - English
#C71585 - French
#006400 - Latin
#4B0082 - Spanish
@Cassidy Fraser
@Ruth Warren
Mention(s)
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Reducio
September 1st 2021
Cash tried not to rolled their eyes when Ruth right arm stretched toward the window display. The brunnette girl (Ruth) fumbled with her words but after awhile she found her voice. She asked to both Cash and Cassidy if the moving mannequin is a ghost or not. Cash snickered lowly and softly at the dumb question.
Of course it was not, you gullible child Cash thought to themselves. "Sure,"They spoke up. "Called it whatever you wantwww"Theyw added trying to messed the soon to be first year head. But on the other hand, Cassidy went into the great length explaining to Ruth that the mannequin was enchanted or some sort.
Their green eyes bounced from Ruth to Cassidy while their mind tried to find a way how to messed two people up in one go. Then they smirked mischievously. Their mind went into that invisible light bulb moment like how some cartoons depicted it. “I don't think they're ghosts,"Cassidy answered Ruth question.
There was a hesitancy in her voice. "They're probably just enchanted to move, it's probaly possible”Cassidy added after she studied the mannequin some more. "Are you sure about that?"Cash chirped in. "I mean have you seen ghost before?"They asked. Cash tried so hard not to laugh out loud.
The Cuban descendant should have not messed with people heads when there is a possibility these two youngster might end up going to the same school as them. But when chances is right in front of you, you got to take it by its head. The young Ironwoods then waited for their reaction. Messing with people who had no clue or clueless about wizarding world always make the young socialite feel giddy inside.
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