1 Oct 2021, 00:03
From Your Personal Stylist
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It was the first day of October and the ball's announcement had been posted a few days prior. The students arranging the ball had been aware of the date beforehand, of course, and Rion heard through the grapevine that they had asked a certain professor by the name of Tuesday Irons to chaperone. Well, if Mardi was going, Rion would find a way to worm his way into chaperone duty as well. There was no way he was going to leave his first Hogwarts party unattended! Besides, apparently, past balls had not gone as smoothly, and he would rather try and avoid a tragedy.
That was beside the point and could wait for another day, because Rion had made a promise to help his dear friend find a proper suit to wear to the occasion, and ever the opportunist the French man had jumped at the opportunity. Early on Friday morning, a large box would be delivered to Mardi's office. A silk ribbon the colour of burnt umber had been carefully tied around the shiny package. Stuffed inside of it was a single note that may have looked threatening to another person, but Tuesday would likely understand it was a joke.
Upon opening the box, the American would find a suit that had been neatly packaged beneath what would seem like a mountain of white tissue paper. The suit would play on his friend's love of plaid, with dark orange tones that carried over to the silk tie and waistcoat. The pants were a similar gray to the jacket, allowing it to be the highlight of the piece. A fall-themed boutonnière had also been pinned to the lapel of the suit.To my dear Mardi,
Wear this or else.
-Love Rion
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5 Nov 2021, 02:01
From Your Personal Stylist
Tuesday had never been one for presents. Generally, he was content with what he had to begin with. Even with a best friend like Rion, he still found it hard to tell people what he liked. His tastes were simple and easy, so the majority of his wants were already satisfied. Walking into his office, the man couldn't miss the large box presented quite pleasantly on his desk.
Now his curiosity was piqued as he gingerly stepped towards this box wrapped with the rust-colored ribbon. He liked the color, thankfully, and the Herbology professor knew there were only a select few individuals who would gift him something in this way. The note that sat on top would quickly confirm his suspicion. 'Wear this or else'. Of course, Professor Orion would say something like that. Their sense of humor was pretty much identical to the others. The man let out a soft chortle and began to unwrap the gift. In an attempt to keep the ribbon in pristine condition, the man would pluck at the smooth fabric and slowly peel the ribbon from around the box. Tuesday removed the lid only to find a suit. However, it wasn't just a suit, but a FLANNEL SUIT. Rion absolutely knew about his one true love.
The suit held all the very earthy tones that the man typically wore, along with a pleasant mix of browns and accenting colors. Tuesday couldn't help but smile as he plucked the Jacket out from the box. It was absolutely perfect, and that was the only thing that Irons could think. He was most definitely going to wear this to the ball later in the month.
With love; For @Orion Lécuyer
"Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads." —Henry David Thoreau