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A Witch With Style  Solo   Closed 
August 26, 2024
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Diagon Alley/Madam Malkin - A Witch With Style. 434 words.

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Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions was the place to find a Hogwarts student's uniform.

At least, that's what Lily-Rose's mother had said. It seemed that many witches and wizards alike thought it was the perfect shop because when Lily stepped in, following her mum, a dozen people were already browsing, buying, and getting their robes adjusted.

While waiting in line, Lily-Rose had time to pick up on a couple more details.

There were dress robes, traveling cloaks, ball gowns, suits, hats, gloves, and most importantly Hogwarts robes. Lily could see the colours peak through: red, blue, yellow, and green. Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin. Madam Malkin was the main supplier of school uniforms for Hogwarts after all, and Lily supposed it was important she had a wide range of items available for each house.

Not so surprisingly, Lily-Rose would not be getting anything themed to her house before she was sorted. Her mother would not buy Ravenclaw coloured robes only for Lily to end up in Slytherin. It would be a waste of money, although the young girl had no doubt there must be a spell to change one's uniform as the one she was getting fitted for at the moment was black and simple.

"Stand straight for me young lady." Madam Malkin's aid reminded her.

Lily apologized, straightening her posture to help the lady's floating tape with the measurements.

Through the mirror, Lily-Rose saw her mother try on a new cloak. Unlike her grandparents, her mum tended to wear Muggle clothes to fit in better in the London neighborhood they lived in. Lily had seen her wear robes and cloaks before, but on rare occasions such as today.

"That one looks pretty mum." She smiled.

"You think so?" She offered her daughter a spin, showcasing the navy blue material that clasped at her neck. "I've been thinking of buying a new one for a while now."

"As grandma would say, 'a witch never goes out of style'." Lily chuckled.

Her mother laughed and came to stand beside her in front of the mirror. They were replicas of one another. "Alright then. I'll ask if I can get it fitted." She squeezed her daughter's hand and left to get a different assistant.

When they left the clothing store, Lily-Rose and her mother held onto different bags, but would both later receive compliments from a witch with style: no other than Lily's grandmother herself.