xx✮Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Cloak & Coven xxx✮Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Linsey, Serghei, Hannah, and Ella xxxx✮Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Yaaaay drama xxxxx✮Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?At least she trusts me... kinda
Milan felt super duper awkward. This kid was definitely flirting, and it seemed that Linsey was returning the words. Joy. He tried to simply focus on his work as they spoke about their countries of origin. "Da, the Romanian snowfall.... it is far from magie." Serghei laughed, though it was rather trivial. And when he implied that Linsey wasn't strong enough to play Beater, Milan was about to interject, but Linsey took care of it. She started in on how it was a family legacy, plus the mathematics and true skill to the position.
"Linsey's one of the best anyway. Ravenclaw would've gotten crushed a thousand times over if it weren't for her. Well, her and her protégé, of course." And it was true. Even if he'd taken some pretty hard hits over the years (his ribs would certainly agree), but he knew the girls had done everything in their power to prevent some of the more... gruesome injuries. "There's a reason Linsey was chosen as captain. If she didn't have the skill in her position, she'd have been passed over." He wanted to add a 'just because you couldn't play Beater...' but figured he needed to be professional... to some degree.
But then all hell broke out. Milan noticed that Serghei vaguely referred to Ella as his 'sibling', and also that the tiny brunette seemed absolutely terrified. Milan pushed to his feet, stretching up after being in his crouched position. Serghei was trying to defend himself while Linsey mentioned how she and Ella had met.... before Hannah spoke up. "I was just thinking the same, dear Hannah." Milan walked over to stand in a defensive position between Serghei and Ella, knowing he'd get his a** kicked if he had to pass beside both Linsey and himself.
"Ah, yes. Perhaps a good idea..." Milan's dark blue eyes flicked over at the younger male, then glanced back at Ella, who was now fully behind her mum. He noticed her looking up at him, her eyes wide with fear. "Don't worry, Ella. I've got the perfect place. Let's head upstairs and speak in my flat. Anywhere on the Alley is going to be super busy, and though we're in a clothing shop, we'd not like to air our dirty laundry to the public." He stepped to the desk, writing up a sign apologizing for a small break. Once it was tucked into the door glass, he locked down the shop, then gestured up toward the stairs.
He offered a small grin toward Ella, who returned the ghost of a smile back. "Thanks, Milan...." Her voice was all but silent, but he sent over a slightly bigger smile. She was so, so shy that it made his heart happy to be one of the even somewhat trusted people she would speak to. He also noticed Serghei looking at him, as if to figure out why she wasn't scared of him. But Milan simply nodded over toward him, keeping his expression cool.
xx❧ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I?Quality Quidditch Supplies - Diagon Alley xxx❧ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ?Alice, Sebastian, and Kinzlie, Milan xxxx❧ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ?Back to School Shopping xxxxx❧ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs?Her thoughts are so loud, poor dear
Nora sent a small grin over at Alice as she explained that her cousin helped her feel a little more feminine with her new skirt and some nice makeup, but that she felt something was missing. It made sense, given that Alice was trying to fully delve into her newfound femininity. She said that she didn't want to ask her uncle, since he'd provided funds for her books, then she seemed sad as she said she would just have to wait. Nora glanced over and noticed that Kinzlie and Seb were still busy, so she took Alice's hand in hers. "Come with me, love." She gestured to Kinzlie that they were stepping out a moment, then led the younger blonde across the street. Inside Cloak & Coven was a lot quieter than the busy Quidditch shop, the smell of vanilla incense wafting about.
Nora led Alice over to the shelf where they had several handbags to choose from, including the ones that were in the window display. "Alright, sweet girl, go ahead and pick out your favorite. We'll see what we can do, okay?" She gently squeezed Alice's shoulder, letting her choose from the display. Once she had picked one out, Nora checked the tag, then pulled out her own purse. Into the girl's hand were set the appropriate coins for purchasing. "There. Now you can make your first big purchase. Let's go see Milan here at the counter so you can pay." She sent over a small wink before guiding the teen over.
"Good afternoon, Governess Heulwen, and to you too. What can I do for you ladies today?" Milan greeted the girls, and Nora gently nudged Alice toward the counter, knowing she'd want to take this big step.
When her hand was seized and Mrs Nora told her to come with her, Alice wanted to object and say that she didn't have to buy her the purse. But she was whisked across the street to the shop before she could truly object. Inside the store there was the faint smell of vanilla that tickled the inside of her nose. The blonde looked around wide eyed as Mrs Nora brought her over to the display with the purses and bags. Then she told her to pick out a bag and Alice frowned. She wanted to object and say that Mrs Nora had already done so much for the girl, but she seemed resolute to purchase the bag for her. And Alice knew that there wasn't room in their back to school budget for this luxury item, so the funds would likely be coming from Mrs Nora's own pocket. After several glances between the display and Mrs Nora without the woman backing down, Alice looked back to the display and found the light blue purse she'd been staring at through the window. That was her favorite color, after all. The blonde glanced at the price tag before she handed it over to Mrs Nora to inspect. As she expected, Mrs Nora pulled her personal purse out and counted out the coins to pay for her item, then she ushered her to the counter to the gentleman named Milan. When Milan asked what he could do for the ladies today, Alice felt a little tingle in her chest and smiled for the first time since entering the shop. She set the purse on the counter and said, "Hello, I'm Alice. I'd like to buy this." Producing the money that Mrs Nora had provided her, she handed it over to Milan, a smile lingering on her face.
xx❧ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I?Quality Quidditch Supplies - Diagon Alley xxx❧ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ?Alice, Sebastian, and Kinzlie, Milan xxxx❧ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ?Back to School Shopping xxxxx❧ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs?I hope this makes her happy
Nora looked at Alice, making sure the girl went through with the purchase. She was, clearly, stressed about the cost, but Nora knew all would be well. "Well hey, Alice. It's nice to meet you. This bag is really cool because it has an undetectable extension charm on it. You can put so much stuff in there." Milan spoke up, quickly counting through the coins before putting them in the register. "Here, let me snip off the tags so you can carry this around today. Looks like you're school shopping, so who knows what cool stuff you'll find." He sent a smile toward the teen as he used his tailoring sheers to snip the ribbons holding the tags on. The bag was offered back to the blonde.
"Thank you, Milan dear. Alice, come on. We'd better scoot back across the way before Sebastian realizes you've gone." She gestured to the blonde to lead the way, waving over toward the shopkeep. Thankfully she knew just about every employee on the entire alleyway!
xx❁Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Cloak & Coven xxx❁Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?No one currently xxxx❁Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Making an introduction xxxxx❁Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?I hope I make a good impression
Genevieve had spent all of last year traveling Europe with her parents, taking a year off after graduating from Beauxbatons to spend time with her family. She also studied fashion from around the mainland, learning a bunch of different styles and methods from seamsters and seamstresses during their travels. But now she needed to get started working on her own brand and for that, she needed to apprentice with someone who was already established. Genie had moved back in with her grandparents in Ireland and now she was in London to find a designer she already knew and acquire an apprenticeship. She had dressed nicely, in her favorite color, in order to travel to Diagon to speak with Milan Wellbelove. Walking up to the door, Genie stopped and drew in a deep breath. "Alright Genevieve, you've gaht ziss. Just be yourself ahnd 'e'll lahve you." She nodded, proud of her little pep talk. Then she pushed open the door to the shop and walked in. Her heels clicked on the floor as she walked, bright blue eyes scanning the shop. It was her dream, after all, to be a fashion designer and here was the shop of a young man who was living her dream. Naturally, in order to chase her dream, she had to follow in his footsteps.
As summer swirled in, so too did the amount of business. Milan was currently working on setting up the boning for a corset. This would be one to pair with a rather epic skirt, which was already half done. Thankfully, Linsey was working full time and Bieito was back as well, so they were able to work a lot faster. Of course, Bee wasn't the greatest at sewing. Oh well. It'd be fine. He was great at helping in other areas. Plus, he endured countless moments of modeling clothes for the upcoming show in New York. And he was usually happy to cook dinners...
While he was working on straightening up one of the bones, he heard the door chime. He was about to call out that he'd be on the way, but his brother caught it first. "Bonjour, welcome to Cloak & Coven. One of the designers will be with you shortly." What a good lad. A few seconds later, Milan straightened his outfit and hurried to the front. "That's me, hi, hello! My name's Milan. How may I help you this afternoon?" He offered a smile, blue eyes twinkling behind his glasses as his messy hair stuck out a bit. The girl before him was wearing a lot of black and purple, but it was well coordinated. Perhaps she was going to add to his work load....
why couldn't anyone ever come in to reduce the amount of work?
xx❁Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Cloak & Coven xxx❁Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Milan xxxx❁Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Making an introduction xxxxx❁Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?I hope I make a good impression
This was a very important moment for her and Genie needed to be her best, but thankfully for her, she was a people person and not one to panic in tense situations. Someone said that a designer would be with her in a moment, to which Genevieve simply responded, "Oui." When the designer approached her, Genevieve took stock of the man. He was definitely handsome, a picturesque appearance that would perfectly fit in amongst the boys at Beauxbatons. His outfit was crisp and very fashionable, which made sense for this store. She only hoped her outfit matched the vibe that the store put off, after all, she didn't want to clash. He introduced himself as Milan and Genie smiled since this was just the man that she wanted to see. "Pleasure to meet you Meelahn, my nahme is Genevieve O'Kerry. I 'ope eet ees naht too fahrwahrd, but I ahm 'ere to ahsk for a job." She smiled politely, her French accent lilting off her tongue and singing sweetly through the air. From her purse, she produced a leather bound sketchbook that contained hundreds of different sketches, designs, outfits, and dresses that she'd done. "Please feel free to look through zat. I 'ave mahny deefferent styles I cahn design." Genie fished into her purse again and produced a resume as well, which outlined her numerous skills and her Beauxbatons grades. She had come prepared.
Or.... maybe this would be the one time someone did want to take away some work? As the young woman introduced herself, Milan took stock of her. Genevive O'Kerry and she sounded very... French. His blue eyes glanced over at Bieito, who had since gone back to carefully working on drawing something in his sketchbook. When she asked for a job, Milan nodded, offering a smile. Before he could speak, she set her sketchbook in his hands, followed by a resume, while saying she could do many styles.
"Y'know, I was just thinking how we could use some help. Summer is a bit wild around here, if you couldn't guess. We've got several weddings, a few other big events, school prep... not to mention two of us are headed to New York City in a couple weeks.... it's just a mess." He laughed, running a hand through his messy hair. He did glance over her resume, then flipped through her portfolio a bit. "So, if you did get hired, would you be wanting an apprentice position or are you planning on joining as a full designer?" This was his first official job interview, since Linsey had kinda just... joined in.... But since she had had enough experience, Linsey had more or less graduated from her apprenticeship, meaning he technically had room in his books.
Of course, he would mostly give her basic seamwork and such for these first few weeks, at least until he really figured out her skillset. Then again, just because one could draw fashion.... didn't necessarily mean they could create fashion.... it was all too possible that she was a very beginner, which would be a bit more of a headache. "Have you done any practical outfits or only draped outfits? I'd love to get a gauge on your ability, if nothing else." Either way, he could probably find a spot for her, even if they had to push her start date until after they returned from Fashion Week.
xx❁Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Cloak & Coven xxx❁Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Milan xxxx❁Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Making an introduction xxxxx❁Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?I hope I make a good impression
A little giggle escaped from Genie when Milan said that he was just thinking they could use the extra help. She nodded along with him when he explained that summers could be a bit crazy, since that was when all the parents were bringing their children out school shopping. She remembered visiting the Alley herself with her grandparents and the many different countries' shopping districts with her parents. But they also had several weddings and other events to plan for, according to Milan. And not to mention apparently a fashion show in New York City. He then asked if she was wanting an apprenticeship or to join as a full designer. "My eventual goal ees to open my own shahp een Pahrees, but my zought wahs zat I would study undair one of ze best. I deed 'ear your nahme quite a laht while aht school so nahturahlly I 'ad to cahme ahnd eenvesteegahte." A lot of people who attended Beauxbatons came from France, but they accepted students from all over the continent, including those from the UK and several of her classmates had raved about Cloak & Coven in recent years. Since she was living at her grandparents in Ireland, it was an easy commute to Diagon so naturally this was the best place to apprentice. Besides, they also did fashion shows and that was the best way to get herself noticed as well. "Aht school, my fahshion club deed severahl fahshion shows ahnd I 'ave mahde dahzens of prahcteecahl outfeets. One of our shows wahs featured een Le Cri de la Gargouille ahnd we deed ahlso feature sahme pieces een a few meenahr fahshion cahtalahgues." Still glancing around the shop, she smiled again, then added, "I ahlso do seweeng, embroidery, kneetteeng, ahnd ahm well versed een 'emmeeng." She expected that she would have to demonstrate her skills and she was more than ready for that; she'd even brought her own equipment with her in her purse. After founding the fashion club at Beauxbatons in her first year, Genevieve had been designing and making most of her own outfits. She tried to design outfits for her cousin Aina, but she hadn't wanted Genie's advice. But her other cousin Alice certainly did and she'd helped her cousin build many outfits.
Milan offered a small grin when Genevive laughed at his comment. He briefly wondered what led her here, as opposed to a shop in Paris. But when she said he was one of the best, the brunette couldn't help a slight blush touching his cheeks. Sure, his mum was a pretty internationally known designer, but it was cool to know his own name was recognized. "Well, I sure appreciate you thinking of me when looking for jobs! My brother, Bieito, is from Paris as well, though he's a student at Hogwarts, not Beauxbatons." He gestured over to Bieito, who looked up with a grin. "Oui, j'ai grandi dans le quartier de la mode à Paris."
Milan nodded, only recognizing a few of the words. No matter how smart he was, languages just didn't come easily to him. Oh well. Bee and Linsey could translate. After asking about her practice levels, Milan was pretty impressed as she went more in depth. Fashion Club shows, practical outfits, and even being put in the French Magical news! "That all sounds pretty fantastic. As I said, I definitely need more help over the summer. So, I suppose.... If you're wanting to work, I'd be glad to take a chance on you. We can use the summer as your trial period for now, and we'll look at going more in depth on classes and such once school is in session and things calm down." He nodded, thinking he'd probably need a class on job interviews and whatnot.
"So I suppose our only question now is... when can you begin?"
xx❁Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Cloak & Coven xxx❁Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Milan xxxx❁Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Making an introduction xxxxx❁Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?I hope I make a good impression
She smiled when Milan thanked her for considering Cloak & Coven when she was looking for a job, then he introduced her to his brother who also worked at the shop. Bieito introduced himself in French, which brought a sparkle to Genie's eyes. "Au plaisir de vous rencontrer. Je suis né à Cherbourg mais mes grands-parents en Irlande m'ont pratiquement élevé." She turned her attention back to Milan as he said that her experiences sounded great and that they could do a trial period for her over the summer, which Genie nodded along with. "Zat makes sense, oui. I can leeve wiz zat. As for when I can start, today ees a good day, if you 'ave need of me." She tucked her sketchbook back into her bag, then smiled happily. It seemed like the first step to her own fashion line had gone swimmingly and she was on her way. Genevieve was proud of herself, and she knew that her family would be proud of her as well.
Translation: "Pleasure to meet you. I was born in Cherbourg but my grandparents in Ireland practically raised me."}
Cinnabun Gryffie
I ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙɪᴛᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ, sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴇss Sᴏ I sᴀᴛ ᴏ̨ᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ, ᴀɢʀᴇᴇᴅ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛᴇʟʏ, I ɢᴜᴇss ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛ I ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ I ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴜsʜ ᴍᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ. I sᴛᴏᴏᴅ ғᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ, sᴏ I ғᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ Yᴏᴜ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ʙᴜᴛ I ɢᴏᴛ ᴜᴘ, ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʙʀᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴏғғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜsᴛ Yᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴍʏ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏᴜɴᴅ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀ, ɢᴏɴɴᴀ sʜᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ Yᴏᴜ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ʙᴜᴛ I ɢᴏᴛ ᴜᴘ, ɢᴇᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I'ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ I sᴇᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ, I sᴇᴇ ɪᴛ ɴᴏᴡ! I ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪɢᴇʀ, ᴀ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ! Dᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀᴇ! 'Cᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴀᴍ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀᴍᴘɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴇ ʀᴏᴀʀ! Lᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ, ʟᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀ ʟɪᴏɴ! 'Cᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴀᴍ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀᴍᴘɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴇ ʀᴏᴀʀ!
Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2025 12:14 am
xx✮Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Cloak & Coven xxx✮Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Bieito, Genevive, & Linsey xxxx✮Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?A job interview xxxxx✮Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?Is that all the rules?
Milan looked between Genevive and Bieito as they spoke in French. Despite trying, he didn't know most of the words. For now, he'd let the two that were fluent speak. "J'ai vécu à Paris avec ma mère jusqu'à il y a environ deux ans, quand j'ai déménagé ici avec Milan." Bieito spoke, though he opted not to go into detail. Linsey knew more than enough, and Milan had learned everything. That was enough for now. Milan offered a grin, straightening his outfit.
What he was a bit surprised by was that she was ready to hop hands-in that day. "Awesome! Well, let's start by introducing the crew. Or... what's here of the crew. You've already met Bee, who does a lot of model work. His mom works as a model too, and she's worked with my mom before." And they knew how that worked out... "Vera, the other owner, is off today, but she'll be back in on Tuesday. Linsey, who is still in a somewhat-apprentice role, is over here, working hard on an ongoing project. Sometimes her little sister, Ella, will come along too. She's got a tendency of hiding in my office. If she seems to run and hide on you, please don't take it personally. She's skittish sometimes."
He chuckled nervously, thinking if there was anything he'd missed. "Oh! And one more big, big rule. If you eat peanuts, do NOT bring them here. Don't eat them right before showing up for your shift either. Bee and I are super, super allergic. Like... need an epi-pen and a hospital allergic. And if Ella's here, shellfish is also a no-no. I think that's it. And we'll meet up in my office after shift today and figure out a good schedule for you. So just let me know if you need to leave before closing." He chuckled nervously, not sure if this was really a great way of hiring someone. Then again, half his life had been figured out based on vibes and gut feelings.
{{Wearing :: Summer Fashion}} {{OoC: Quoted Gordo for Linsey mention, feel free to jump in if you want!}} {{Translations: "I lived in Paris with my mom until about two years ago, when I moved here with Milan."}}
Linsey Grey-Cavendish Ravenclaw Alumnus │ Eighteen Years Old │ Fashion Designer and Artist │ Single
Today found Linsey tucked away in her quiet little corner of the shop, away from the usual foot traffic, though not so far that she couldn’t hear a customer coming in. With the fashion show in New York City approaching, she was taking time to work on one of the designs she would be submitting for the big competition she and Milan would be involved in. Being her sophomore effort, she was hoping to prove her success last year in the adult division wasn’t just beginner’s luck, and the year of experience garnered would show through in her efforts. Added to her skill set was her efforts to learn jewelry design and crafting. Granted, there really wasn’t a need for an in-house designer, however, there were times she would come up with a design for an outfit, and she found she had ideas for the accessories to complete the concept in her mind.
As was her custom, Linsey’s outfit for work echoed Milan’s own; while it was impossible to coordinate their wardrobe choices, the Ravenclaw alum knew her friend and mentor’s dress-sense enough she could usually have a pretty good guess at how to create a comparable appearance. She wore a long fawn-gray skirt with a brass skirt pin, and a matching fitted vest with a prototype Cloak and Coven pin she created. She paired the skirt and vest with low-heeled black leather dress shoes and a sky-coloured dress shirt, though the sleeves were rolled up as she’d been busy working. Her long snowy-white hair was worn with bangs and brushed back into a ridiculously long and full ponytail, tied with a ribbon matching her shirt.
At some point she became aware of voices in the shop, which wasn’t unusual as they almost always had a steady stream of business. She heard Milan, of course, and Bee, and the latter was speaking French with a young woman. Tucking her mechanical pencil behind an ear, Linsey got up from her chair and walked towards where the others were. As she approached, she heard Milan listing off allergies, and she waited until she wasn’t interrupting, before saying sunnily, “Bonjou, je suis Linsey Grey-Cavendish. C'est un plaisir de te rencontrer.”
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Cinnabun Gryffie
[quote="AliceInWonderland0921"
"All my life I never really knew me till today Now I know why, I'm just another step along the way
I lie awake for hours, I'm just waiting for the sun When the journey we are making has begun Don't deny the feeling that is stealing through your heart Every happy ending needs to have a start
All my life I never really knew me till today Now I know why, I'm just another step along the way "
Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2025 7:48 pm
xx❅Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Cloak & Coven xxx❅Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Milan, Linsey (somewhere) xxxx❅Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Embroidery? xxxxx❅Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?This doesn't seem too bad
It had been a rather long day. Ella had opted to join Linsey at work, though admittedly she spent much of the day tucked safely in Milan's office with the new book she'd gotten. After the shop had closed for the night, the brunette finally peeked out, figuring she could help close down at least. Plus, she didn't mind tidying up. She grabbed a broom, seeing the others all finishing up with various outfits. They were still busy, bless them. For now, she'd just sweep up, then maybe do some dusting. Sure, it could all be done with magic, but since she was the only one here who couldn't do magic, this would have to do.
As she was working, she noticed Milan working on a skirt. He was eternally sitting in an odd position, though now was more laying down with a small set of colorful thread beside him. Ella watched for a moment as he... sewed? No, that didn't seem quite right. "Hey Ella, can you hand me that fabric pen up there? Should be on the table." Having been spotted, Ella nodded, instead finding the aforementioned pen before carefully sitting on the ground beside Milan. "What... what are you doing?" Her soft voice asked as she handed over the pen.
That, apparently, had been something unexpected for her to say. Milan lifted up onto his elbows, offering a soft grin. "I'm embroidering a design. It's going to look like flowers when I'm done. Normally I'd use the embroidery machine, but I have to take it for repair, so I've got to hand embroider today." He paused, looking at her a bit. He knew Linsey had been trying to get her into fashion... so perhaps here was a step? "Would you like to watch? I can teach you, if you'd like."
His dark eyes watched her for a moment, noticing the little nod. He smiled, then shifted his stance a bit. He used the pen to draw a leaf in a curly sort of fashion, then carefully threaded the needle with a green silken thread. Tying a knot in the opposite end, he carefully started work. In softer tones, Milan explained what he was doing as he did so, occasionally glancing over to make sure Ella hadn't just... vanished. She seemed skilled at that. But she instead began to ask quiet questions, which he happily answered.
After finishing the leaf, he drew part of the flower. He then sat up, carefully switching the thread to a lavender hue. "Here, do you want to try? We're going to go left-to-right on this part, so it'll be easy enough." Ella looked surprised, but she did eventually nod, albeit hesitantly. "Wh-what if I mess it up?" Her soft gaze avoided his, though she did occasionally glance more toward him. "Well, that's why I'm here. I won't let you ruin anything, I promise. It'll be fine." He offered over the needle, then carefully guided her hand to the start location. He quietly talked through the steps, a small smile still on his face as he watched her work.
xx❉Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Cloak & Coven - Diagon Alley xxx❉Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?No one yet xxxx❉Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Dress shopping xxxxx❉Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?Ugh, this is going to be a stress
Why, oh why, had she accepted Vikram's offer to go to the dance? She didn't even know how to dance! And now he was being way too..... clingy. Thankfully, dress shopping wouldn't be a solo affair, since Alice and Hes were both coming along, bringing their boyfriends in tow. Apparently school dances required couples to match, even if Csuri thought it was weird. It wasn't like they were getting married or anything, so why the matching? Either way, she'd agreed to their silly idea for a dress-up day, and if she declined now, she'd have to deal with Alice's pouting.
She apparated in fifteen minutes early, wanting to make certain she was there on time. She'd never actually been to a fancy dress shop before, but it was a lot more... poofy than she'd imagined. It looked more up Alice's aisle than her own, but oh well. Apparently her cousin was hand-crafting hers and Moon's outfits, which was kinda nice. Examining a dress, Csuri kept her silver eyes honed on the door for whenever her friends or.... Vikram would appear.
