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Post by Christian Ravensdale on Jun 27, 2010 21:26:49 GMT -5
Christian walked in, holding the door open for Gage. He looked around and tried not to cough at the store's heavy perfume content. He waves his free hand in front of his face, trying to clear the air. He looked around, frowning slightly. Where was the shop owner? He frowned and looked at Gage in confusion and opened his mouth to say something to her when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned to look just in time to see a blur of purple pop up right in his face and smile. He gasped in surprise and jumped back.
"Well, hi there!"
"Uh...Hi."
What the hell? He collected himself quickly and stood up straight, looking down at what he presumed must have been the shop owner. Standing before him was a woman--or what he thought was a woman, grinning as if she had won the lottery. He pursed his lips, studying her and her makeup. Well...maybe this wouldn't be too bad, even if she creeped him out a little. He glanced at Gage, using his peripherals, and smiled a little. She seemed to be enjoying herself, which was good at least. The least he could do was try to enjoy himself as well.
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Post by Robin Pierce on Jun 28, 2010 2:14:46 GMT -5
Fantasia sat in a poofy purple chair while she examined the records. The sales weren't high enough to suit her. Perhaps she needed to advertise more around Hogwarts. Apparently, she sniffed, the citizens of Hogsmeade just weren't ready for a classy boutique. Not to mention that her dainty little muffins hadn't had a single nibble.
She jumped up as the little bell above the door tinkled merrily, and strode jauntily across the maze-like room. Oh, how rude, she thought as potential client waved in disagreement with the smell. He obviously didn't know what good perfume was. "Well, hi there!" She said in greeting. Then it hit her. It was Christian. From the Order. "Uh...Hi." From his clueless expression and the way he was sizing her up, he obviously didn't remember her. She smacked him playfully with a fuzzy gold folder that held her sales records. "Don't tell me you've forgotten me already, Christian!"
Behind him stood Gage. Beaming even more, Fantasia ignored whatever excuse Christian came up with and bounced around him. "Hello Gage! I hope you liked the perfume you purchased earlier!" She kissed her lightly on both cheeks and pumped her hand furiously. "What else can I do for you? Would you like a biscuit?" She waved a hand at a pedestal with her baked goodies on it.
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Post by Gage Carmichael on Jun 28, 2010 2:53:56 GMT -5
Gage laughed lightly at the exuberance that seemed to fill the room whenever Fantasia was in it. "I loved the perfume! I'm wearing some tonight! Can you smell it?" Gage asked, and then at the mention of a biscuit, Gage waved her hand furiously. "Oh, no thank you, dear! We just ate," she said and then turned a light glare at Christian, "Don't mind him, Fantasia. The poor boy is hopeless at remembering people he's seen in passing. Did you know we were both Aurors together for a time and he didn't recognize me!? Imagine!"
Gage shook her head and lightly hit Christian's shoulder, letting him know that she was only teasing. She only hoped he didn't take Fantasia up on her biscuit offer. She may have been a fabulous designer of everything else, but baking was not Fantasia's forte, as Gage had learned the hard way the first time she'd arrived.
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Post by Christian Ravensdale on Jun 28, 2010 17:33:06 GMT -5
Christian laughed a little, rubbing his arm where she smacked him with a folder. A folder, really? Who hits with folders?
"Ow--ow--OK, I'm sorry!" He shook his head and took one look at Fantasia. Why did she look so... Oh! Robin!
His eyes lit up with excitement. "I know you! You're Robin Pierce. You're--" He lowered his voice to a whisper, his face smoothing out in seriousness. "You're in the Order with us." He pulled away then examined her once more. "I'm not used to seeing you with all of the--frilliness." He waved his hand in the air, wriggling his fingers, as if to give more emphasis on the word. He looked around quickly, taking in the shop once more. This was so interestingly... weird. Oh well, he'd just have to get used to it.
What else can I do for you? Would you like a biscuit?" "Oh, no thank you, dear! We just ate. Don't mind him, Fantasia. The poor boy is hopeless at remembering people he's seen in passing. Did you know we were both Aurors together for a time and he didn't recognize me!? Imagine!"
Christian cringed a little at the glare Gage gave him and he looked down, rubbing his shoulder. It wasn't really his fault... He saw a lot of people every day; It was easy to forget faces, and he wasn't ever good with them to begin with. Still, the offered biscuit seemed like a good idea, despite the fact that they had eaten not too long ago. He smiled politely, nodding, and reached over to grab one. He looked down at it and blinked, his smile growing. It was a pink biscuit, decorated with hearts and what seemed to be a cupid. Huh. He popped it in his mouth... and then his face went ashen. He pursed his lips and forced a smile to his lips but then turned away. This was--oh god...there weren't any words for how awful this was. He didn't want to be rude and spit it out in front of them so he decided to brave it and swallow it. He gulped, letting the doughy saltiness slide down his esophagus and drop down into his stomach with a heavy "thunk". He turned back to face them, smiling forcefully and trying not to barf.
Don't think about it. Change the subject. Change it now. "So...How long has this been up?" There. Safe for now.
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Post by Robin Pierce on Jun 28, 2010 18:20:20 GMT -5
Fantasia sniffed Gage slightly. "Yes, I thought you smelled wonderful this evening. Have you come back for a refill? It's twenty percent off if you have the bottle!"
She turned back to Christian and lowered her voice a tiny bit into a carrying whisper to match his. "Oh yes, Robin from the Order." She resumed her normal tone. "And don't you just love the new look? Gorgeous isn't it? It took me forever, but I've finally found my calling! And speaking of gorgeous, I found the most wonderful dress for you Gage!"
She beamed, as Christian took a Valentine's Day special biscuit and ate it. Mistaking Christian's pained face for one of pleasure. Everyone loved her biscuits. "Everyone loves my biscuits! They always tell me so!"
"So...How long has this been up?"
"Oh, just a week or so." She waved her hand dismissively. Soon it would pick up and it wouldn't matter how long it had been open, everyone would know about it. "Business has been great!" A lie.
"Gage, let me just dash to the back room to get that dress, I'm sure you'll love it!" Without further ado, she dashed off. In the back room she practically ripped the top off the crate in her haste and excitement. She riffled around until she found it. It was a silky teal fabric with a few sequins embellishing it. Strapless, floor length, with a slit all the way up the side. A bit ostentatious, but to her, as understated as sweat pants.
She returned and displayed it to Gage. "Now, I'll just need to take a few measurements to see that it fits you. You look to be about a six."
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Post by Gage Carmichael on Jun 28, 2010 22:06:50 GMT -5
Gage laughed aloud at Christian's attempt to hide his horror as his taste-buds were raped viciously by the 'biscuit' that had been given to him. She gave him a look that clearly said, 'You should've followed my lead.'
A moment later, the two of them were discussing the shop, and then, Fantasia said, "And don't you just love the new look? Gorgeous isn't it? It took me forever, but I've finally found my calling! And speaking of gorgeous, I found the most wonderful dress for you Gage!"
"I adore the hair!" Gage said, "And as for the dress you really shouldn't have..."
But her words fell on deaf ears as Fantasia called that she would be back in a moment and danced off to get the dress. She returned a moment later with a very gorgeous, if a bit over-the-top gown. "Oh, wow." She blinked at it, and then as Fantasia began speaking of her measurements, Gage threw a look at Christian and mouthed 'Help me!'
"Um, Fantasia, darling, I really don't think I can afford a dress like this..." she tried.
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Post by Christian Ravensdale on Jun 28, 2010 22:30:59 GMT -5
Christian watched Fantasia run off after declaring she had something for Gage. He slipped an arm around her waist, holding her close. He looked down and shrugged, lowering his voice to a whisper. "I didn't know you were trying to warn me...Sorry." He smiled sheepishly and looked down at the ground, digging the toe of his shoe into the plush rug.
He looked up just in time to see Fantasia come back with the dress. He looked at it, his eyes widening. It was...pretty? It was certainly one of a kind, that much he knew. He glanced over at Gage, who looked torn between joy and disappointment. "Help me," she mouthed to him and he nodded quickly, giving off the indication that he had heard her. But he didn't know why exactly she needed help. It was a dress.
"Um, Fantasia, darling, I really don't think I can afford a dress like this..."
Ohh that's what she needed help with. "Oh. I can pay for this. Don't worry about it." He smiled warmly and moved away from Gage, letting his arm drop, and pulled out his money bag from one of his shirt pockets. He pulled out twenty galleons, hoping that that would be more than enough to cover the price of the dress. After all, something that...extravagant had to be pricey.
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Post by Robin Pierce on Jun 28, 2010 23:02:07 GMT -5
Fantasia smiled at Christian. "What a gentleman you have, Sugar!" She winked at Gage while wrapped a tape measure around her chest, waist and hips. She tapped a long lacquered nail on her bottom lip as she contemplated the changes. "Okay, I think I have it now!" She tugged her over to a foot high white marble stand and pushed her atop it.
She gave Christian still across room an intense look before snatching her wand up and waving it in a circle around Gage. "Help yourself to another muffin, Christian." A leopard pattern curtain descended from the air and wrapped itself around the base of the stand, providing some privacy. Except from her. She slipped inside and swiftly had Gage's clothes off, and the dress on her, in record time. "Now, I think we may have to tuck the bust in. You're a bit smaller than the mannequin." She smiled, letting her know it was okay, while she hooked it all into a better fit with pins.
"There! All better!" Fantasia tapped the dress with her wand and the seams rearranged themselves, the excess cloth slipped to the stand among piles of glitter. Hmm... It needs something... She pulled the band out of Gage's hair, letting it fall loose. "Perfect darling, just amazing!" She waved her wand the the curtain disappeared.
Fantasia hauled Gage over to a large gilt mirror. "Oh don't you love it? It suits your eyes perfectly!" She looked over at an appropriately stunned Christan. "You like it, don't you?"
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Post by Gage Carmichael on Jun 29, 2010 0:04:52 GMT -5
Gage felt like an on-display zoo animal.
When Fantasia had all but threw her atop the stand and the leopard print curtain descended, Gage feared the worst. And then, her clothes were off and the new dress was on her, Fantasia working at making all the right adjustments. "Now, I think we may have to tuck the bust in. You're a bit smaller than the mannequin."
Gage blushed fiercely. "Hey!" she said in protest, but Fantasia simply smiled and Gage decided to just sulk a bit until everything was done.
And then she'd been paraded out behind the curtain, wearing the dress and with her hair loose around her face. She blushed some more and looked anywhere but at Christian and Fantasia. She really did feel like a zoo animal on display.
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Post by Christian Ravensdale on Jun 29, 2010 16:04:58 GMT -5
"You like it, don't you?"
Christian stood there, gaping. What...had just happened? One second Gage was there, and the next, she was dragged off and there was a flurry of curtains, squeaking tables, and conversation that included Gage protesting when Fantasia declared that she was smaller in the chest area than the mannequin. Christian had blushed at that when he heard it. He hadn't paid attention to her chest much, but now that he thought about it, smaller breasts were rather cute--Why am I thinking about this? He shook his head and looked up to look at the young healer.
His heart immediately melted and his eyes softened. The dress was rather unorthodox, but she made it. She looked absolutely stunning in it. He smiled goofily, walking slowly to her. He took a strand of her hair and twirled it around his finger slowly, looking at it. She smelled of strawberries... He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers, forgetting completely about the third party that was there. When he pulled away, his voice was soft, matching his smile. "You look amazing in that dress..." Slipping one arm around her once again, he turned to Fantasia, suddenly remembering her once again. He smiled sheepishly at her. "Uh...H-How much is the dress?"
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Post by Robin Pierce on Jun 30, 2010 18:25:56 GMT -5
Fantasia couldn't help but smile to herself. She did a good job. As usual. Gage looked amazing, and her boy toy was speechless.
"Uh...H-How much is the dress?"
Fantasia thought about it for a minute. "Oh, it'll be free. You know, we Order women have to look out for one another." She winked at the flustered Gage.
"But you.... I think it's time for you to get your comeuppance for forgetting me, Christian." She grinned evilly at the couple. This was going to be fun. "It's not everyday I have a man in my shop so willing to play dress up." Thrilling.
She waved her wand at the door and heard it click, locked. Now the magic was going to begin. She grabbed a protesting Christian by the shoulder and lugged him over to the marble base that Gage had vacated. "You get to try on suits. Do you want violet, or gold first?"
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Post by Gage Carmichael on Jul 1, 2010 19:09:34 GMT -5
A bubble of pleasure swept through Gage. Fantasia was going to make Christian try on suits? Fabulous!
"Oh, I think gold would suit him best. I mean, look at his eyes!" she said, grinning. She was already beginning to get used to the rather extravagant dress. It was a bit much, but it was pretty and its colors did suit her; it was probably her favorite color in the world.
Of course, she didn't think that she would find much occasion to wear a dress like this, but who knew what the future had in store? She might find herself having to work undercover at some big, flashy ball. And then what would she have done?
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Post by Christian Ravensdale on Jul 2, 2010 20:52:49 GMT -5
Christian blinked, stammering as he was pulled back by Fantasia. She hadn't even missed a beat after dressing Gage. "You get to try on suits. Do you want violet, or gold first?" His head swam. He didn't even own a plain black suit. Come to think of it, he'd probably never even tried one on. He looked at Gage, eyes widened, silently begging for rescue. Surely she would help him. He would get out this and--
"Oh, I think gold would suit him best. I mean, look at his eyes!"
Christian's hope bubble popped and he hung his head, letting himself be dragged back to Fantasia's stand. He looked up at the ceiling as she took his measurements and sighed. Well, at least she wasn't dressing him in pink zebra stripes and showering him with powder and glitter. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
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Post by Robin Pierce on Jul 3, 2010 19:58:12 GMT -5
Fantasia grinned at Christian's less that enthusiastic expression. She pinched his cheek lightly. "Oh cheer up, it's hardly the end of the world when you get to try on pretty clothes." She waved her wand again, and the curtain fell over him. She tossed a gold suit over the top, and waited for him to get changed. She made a little small talk with Gage, asked how her job was going.
When Christian was finally done, she examined him critically. "You know, I don't think this suit works for you. It's not flashy enough." She left to the back room again, and found a suit that she had been saving for the release of her men's line. Hot pink pleather, with glittery silver brocade on the shoulders, and sleeve cuffs. "This will be much better, don't you think Gage?" She laughed her best obnoxious laugh. It was usually an ice breaker. "Here, try it on, be careful not to rip the brocade off. It took forever to apply without punching holes in the pleather."
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Post by Elena Davis on Jul 3, 2010 21:51:39 GMT -5
Elena looked around as they walked in, whistling softly. This was...rather unique. She took in the blast of pink and closed her mouth tight to keep from making a snide remark. She glanced over to see the man in the pleather suit and snorted. He looked like a giant strawberry. She glanced over at Viola and squeezed her hand to get her attention and leaned in closer to whisper in her ear.
"Look, he looks like he's going to one of those American redneck conventions." She laughed softly and pulled away a little, looking around once more. She spotted swimsuits over in one corner of the store and walked over with her to examine them. She pointed over to a black tankini with white stars and cocked her head to the side. "What do you think of that one?"
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