xx♥Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Cloak & Coven xxx♥Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Csuri, so far xxxx♥Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Spring formal dress shopping xxxxx♥Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?This ought to be fun.
Christmas had been fun, and her Eve celebration had been even better since Kasamir had been able to visit get to know her family a little better. Of course her mother had been her usual over the top self, but her grandparents really liked him. After Christmas, they had planned to meet up at Cloak & Coven to go dress and suit shopping for the spring formal that Bee and Charlotte were planning for the school. Csuri had expressed a concern about going, but Hesperia and Alice had both encouraged her that it would be fun. Hesperia wasn't a big dancer, at least she hadn't been at the last wedding she'd been to. But that time she didn't have a boyfriend so who knew now. The day they were scheduled to meet up, Hesperia dressed comfortably, wearing a green pleated skirt and cozy leggings, some winter boots, her favorite jewelry, and a hockey jersey she bought to match the one that Kasamir had. Of course she brought her sunglasses, since they'd be out on the Alley and she didn't want the sun to hurt her eyes. Once she was dressed and ready, she bid goodbye to her grandparents and stepped over to the floo.
She arrived in the Leaky Cauldron and walked over to Cloak & Coven. Hesperia was still a little early, but she figured that at least Csuri would be here, since her best friend was always super punctual. And she was right, spotting the girl instantly upon opening the door. Hes pushed her sunnies up onto her head as she walked in, then headed over to where Csuri was. "G'morning Csuri! Happy Christmas." Giving her a big hug, the girl looked around the shop then said, "Everything is so fancy here. We're gonna have so much fun looking for dresses." Hesperia usually got the tomboy look down, but she did often enjoy dressing fancy, especially when she had a good reason to.
Kasamir Aloysius Patrovna Slytherin │ Sixth Year │ Sixteen Years Old │ Single │ Chess Grandmaster │ Slytherin Prefect │ Adventurer's Guild & Chess Club Captain
With a swirl of green fire in one of the many Floo grates, two figures appeared in Diagon Alley. ‘I would have rather Apparated here,’ thought Kas as he stepped off the grate and held a held out a hand so Talya could take it. After spending Christmas Eve with Hes and her family, Kas did what he could to make his little cousin’s Christmas at least a bit more bearable, as she’d never been anywhere except home during the holidays previously. With Christmas over, a group of friends were gathering at Cloak and Coven to purchase outfits for the Spring Formal.
Originally, Kas planned to have a consult with his usual tailor in St. Petersburg, and Baba even offered to arrange for her personal dressmaker to visit London to dress Talya and Hes for the occasion, but in the end the decision was made to visit Cloak and Coven instead. While he didn’t find the idea particularly exciting, except for helping Hes pick out something, Talya had been discussing dresses for days, as though she were planning to be part of an event at the Winter Palace. The two of them make sure to get to the area in good time, knowing Csuri’s predilection for punctuality.
Kas was wearing a long dark boxy-looking military-style greatcoat with a fur-trimmed ushanka hat and winter boots, with a pair of black trousers, and a charcoal gray dress shirt and an olive green Russian military surplus sweater. In contrast, Talya wore a white faux fur coat over her long blue embroidered skirt, a bright blue sweater and a plain white blouse, while her long hair was worn in a long braid draped over her shoulder.
The two of them arrived at the shop and they quickly spotted Csuri and Hes among the wares. Walking up, Kas leaned in to give Hes a hug and a chaste kiss upon the cheek, and said to her, “Kalimera kai Kala Christougenna, Omorfi,” before looking over at Csuri, and adding, “Good morning, Csuri.” Talya was looking at the two older girls, wishing she were taller as she feeling like a little kid, and she asked the both of them, “So, what kind of dresses are you looking for? I want one like what Anna Karenina wore in the book,” said the First Year excitedly, as she pulled a sketchbook from a bag she had under her coat, so she could show the renderings she’d done.
OOC: Taken by Hesperia Sophia Argyris
AliceInWonderland0921
Cinnabun Gryffie
I, I'm a one-way motorway; I'm a road that drives away, then follows you back home I, I'm a streetlight shining; I'm a wild light, blinding bright, burnin' off and on
It's times like these you learn to live again; It's times like these you give and give agan It's times like these you learn to love again; It's times like these time and time again
I, I'm a new day rising; I'm a brand-new sky to hang the stars upon tonight I, I'm a little divided; Do I stay or run away and leave it all behind?
It's times like these you learn to live again; It's times like these you give and give again It's times like these you learn to love again; It's times like these time and time again
xx✮Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Cloak & Coven xxx✮Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Csuri, Hes, Kas, and Tayla xxxx✮Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Shopping trip!!!! xxxxx✮Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?Yay! I'm so excited!!!
Oh, Christmas break was so busy! Between the party and visiting with as many of her friends as she could, Alice had been quite busy. But she made sure she had some time to go dress shopping with her friends and boyfriend because they were having a spring formal! Alice was so excited by the prospect of a formal dance, even if she wasn't very coordinated when trying to dance. She'd also heard her dancing referred to as "dork dancing", but she was having fun so who cared?! On the morning of the shopping trip, Alice texted Seb three times to remind him that they were meeting up at Cloak and Coven and to make sure he remembered! Because once she was on the Alley, she wouldn't be able to text him. Then she got all dressed up warmly, including the most recent hoodie she'd stolen from Seb. It smelled like him still and would carry her until school started again, when she could exchange it for a new hoodie.
Once she was dressed, she invited Aina one more time, but she still declined to come with, then she went over to the floo and hopped over to Diagon Alley. The blonde hurried through the Alley, stopping by Cutting Edge to say hello to Momma Kinzlie. Then she scooted over to Cloak & Coven, happy to see some of her friends already there. "Hey guys! Happy Christmas everyone!" She hurried over and gave a big hug to Csuri and Hesperia, then greeted Kasamir and Natalya. "Good morning Kas. Good morning Talya. I'm super excited!" She was practically shaking with excitement, looking more like an overexcited chihuahua. She already knew that Genevieve was going to be handling her dress and Seb's suit but she still wanted to look at other fancy dresses in the mean time.
xx❀Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Cloak & Coven xxx❀Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Alice, Hesperia, Kasamir, Csuri, Natalya, Milan, Bieito, Linsey, Genie xxxx❀Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Working Dress Shopping xxxxx❀Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?I wonder if Linsey has any ideas?
Ella had been invited to go dress shopping alongside Alice and Sebastian, Hesperia and Kasamir, and Csuri and Vikram. Of all of those, Alice seemed the most excited, which made a lot of sense. Ella figured it must give one quite a bit of gender happiness. And while Ella really quite wanted to join in on the fun, it wasn't lost on her that most of her friends had dates, and therefore a lot more reason to attend. However, Alice had implored, and Ella simply hadn't had the heart to deny. Besides, Linsey was likely champing at the bit to design a dress for her.
She'd gone in to help Milan with an embroidery project, since Cloak & Coven was all hands on deck due to a rush caused by various students attending. Once it was time for the group to meet up, Ella quietly slipped out of the back office. There were about half the party there, so she walked over on her quiet steps. "Hi Hes, Kas. And hi to you too." Ella watched Csuri awkwardly respond to a hug, before Alice practically skipped into the shop.
"Oh good, a second hug. Hello, Alice." Since everyone seemed pretty excited, including one of the first years that Ella was sure was related to Kasamir. She stepped closer, offering a small wave. "Hello everyone," she said softly, wondering how the emotions of today would go. She wasn't exactly looking forward to it, but that was more on her than on anyone else. While she'd always wanted to go to a fancy ball, it was a little less exciting when one was on the horizon.
xx✮Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Cloak & Coven xxx✮Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Csuri, Hes, Kas, Tayla, Alice, Ella xxxx✮Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Clothing shopping xxxxx✮Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?This'll be fun.
To be honest, Vikram had been wholly unsure if his girlfriend was going to say yes to him when he asked her to the dance this spring. It wasn't that he doubted the solidity of their relationship, but Csuri was still uneasy with their relationship being public knowledge. Every time he mentioned it, she claimed she was worried he would take a popularity hit, but he knew it was because she didn't want people thinking she'd gone soft. Vikram had asked anyway, because he didn't want to go to the dance without her and begrudgingly, she'd said yes. It helped that both Hesperia and Alice had been goading her into it. So he'd come up with the idea that their friends ought to go dress and suit shopping together, so that way everyone could look their fanciest for the event. Also, he wanted to make sure that he coordinated his outfit to match with Csuri's. He didn't care at all if the whole school knew they were together.
On the day of the shopping trip, Vikram offered for Kavi to join them and invite Tambry, but his brother had said that they'd already coordinated their outfits and had them prepared. So he got dressed up nice and headed to the floo. He needed to visit Gringotts first, since his intention was to pay for everyone's outfits. After all, he had selected a very fancy clothing shop for their outing. The ride down to the vault was long and he was afraid that he might be late for the meeting. But he was able to make it on time, checking his watch again as he walked over to the shop. It seemed like almost everyone was already here. With a grin, he walked into the shop. "Good morning everyone," he said as he approached the group. Looping an arm around Csuri's waist, he placed a kiss on the top of her head, grinning at her. "Before we get started, I just wanted to say, everything is on me today, so don't worry about price tags. Get what you think will make you look the most stunning. Call it a late Christmas gift." He didn't celebrate Christmas, but that didn't change the fact that all of his friends (minus his girlfriend) celebrated the holiday.
xx❉Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Cloak & Coven - Diagon Alley xxx❉Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?The full party xxxx❉Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Dress shopping xxxxx❉Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?Ugh, this is going to be a stress
Csuri waited as Hes and Kas (and Kas' cousin?), then Ella and Alice, then Vikram joined in. For some reason, half the group opted to give her a hug. Clearly, she'd have to reaffirm her no-touching policy, because everyone seemed too comfortable. It didn't help that both Alice and Natalya were way too excited to be here. Vikram then announced that he'd opted to buy everyone's everything. Gods, he was insufferable! "You don't have to, I brought my own." She rolled her eyes as he mentioned that, but she couldn't help instinctively tucking one of her curls behind her ear and looking away from him.
"We're missing someone, anyway. Alice, where's your idiot?" She looked over at the sixth year, before whipping around to look at the door when it was rather aggressively shoved open. "I'm here! Sorry, I'm..." Seb hurried in, before pausing to catch his breath. "Never mind," she grumbled under her breath, but she was looking curiously over at the green-haired teen, who was bent over with his hands on his knees for a moment. When he finally seemed calmed down, he offered a grin. "Sorry, work let out late, then I'd missed the bus, but it was faster just to run from there to here, so I did! Let's go shopping, then!" Ever an optimist... and a bit of a weirdo.
xx♚ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Cloak & Coven - Diagon Alley xxx♚ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Various people xxxx♚ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?A confrontation xxxxx♚ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?How dare he try to ruin me?!
Tiphanie had been spending more and more time jet-setting around the world on modeling gigs. And why shouldn't she? She was worth it! She'd been on a jaunt through the States, doing several different tours for multiple fashion companies. She'd also sent a letter to the child she'd had, leaving him an ultimatum. Either he would stop using her name or she would ruin his career. He hadn't responded, but rumor had it he had indeed dropped her surname. All she cared about was upholding the Escoffier image, and she couldn't guarantee that the boy would work so hard for the same purpose.
As she walked back into her penthouse, Tiphanie was excited to get back to work. The winter lines would be coming up soon, and she had to make sure she was the first choice for all the major designers. She sat at her table, flipping through the magazines that had accumulated on her trip. One of them had headlining.... Bieito and Milan Wellbelove. So he had claimed the other family, rather than do the correct thing and step down from fashion? She flipped through the pages to find the article. Apparently Bieito had been asked if he would ever work with her, and he denied. He said he would never work with her!? And then Milan agreed?!? Were they trying to ruin her?!
No, this problem needed to be handled right this minute. If other designers decided to follow his stead, she'd be out a job really quickly. She stood and made sure she looked perfect, then started on a series of apparations. After only a few minutes, she was in London. She walked down the street, then walked into the alleyway that was the UK's best magical market. As she looked over the shops, she finally found the shop mentioned in the article. Cloak & Coven. What a foolish name! It didn't evoke fashion at all! But this was indeed the place, so Tiphanie walked in. There were several people here, but she was looking for a specific one. Instead, she found the owner of the shop. That would do, he was likely the one behind the article!
"Excusez-moi. But I need to talk to Bieito. And with urgency, I am a very busy woman."
Milan and the rest of the crew were hard at work. They had a fall line to finish, plus three major events, two upcoming shows.... and Linsey's wedding to finish. It was a busy summer, but he was (secretly, of course) glad his brother had graduated and decided to work here. Otherwise, they may not be able to complete everything. Milan was already working overnights whenever he could. It really put a damper on his social life. Though they'd also spoken to all sorts of people in the fashion world, with several interviews for the various members of the team. It had also been a fair bit of paperwork in helping Bieito to change his name and image, and Milan could tell it tore the younger man apart.
As they worked, with the whole crew on hand, Milan was hoping to put a sizable dent in their to-do list. He was currently standing on a stool, carefully draping the bodice of a dress for a client. If he could manage her exact specifications on the first try, perhaps he could complete this one fast. They were missing Ella in their crew, and she'd gotten really quick at tying lace, and of course Ms Donahuge wanted a full lace skirt on her dress. It was fine. He could just spend an overnight to get caught up.
The bell over the door chimed and Milan heard someone throw out a greeting, but the woman stormed over to him specifically. She asked where Bieito was, and Milan took a second to look over at the woman. Oh s**t. It was Tiphanie Escoffier. "Oh. Um.... Why? I don't think here is a good spot for this talk." Milan hopped off the stool, standing closer to the woman. "You do not get to determine that. Where is he?" Milan's dark eyes glanced around, hoping that his brother was in the other room. She was already screeching loud enough to draw heads, so he had to hope he could keep his brother safe.
"I'm right here. What can I do for you, Mother?" Milan looked over at Bieito, who wore a stern frown. His hands were tucked in his pockets, but his eyes seemed tired. Had he been expecting this? If so... why wouldn't he tell Milan about it? It was worse that this was in the shop, but at least the majority of Diagon traffic was over.
xx❁Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Cloak & Coven xxx❁Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Milan, Bee, Linsey, Tiphanie xxxx❁Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Some kind of ruckus xxxxx❁Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?What's going on here?
Genevieve had been working near the back on the fall line, putting the final touches on several pieces that were going to the show. The last few weeks had been really hectic for them, especially with all the back to school shopping on top of that. Genie had been working long hours at the shop trying to help pull some of the weight off of Milan, especially since Linsey had recently been working on her wedding and her own line of fashion. It was nice to have Bieito around helping too and with his graduating and coming to work at the shop full time, well, maybe they might get to enjoy some social life. Genevieve and Milan had been making amorous glances at each other across the shop and "accidentally" brushing against each other in passing. They'd talked about this and that during the long nights working and she was pretty sure he was as into her as she was into him. But work came first and they'd both been putting in so many hours. Once everything slowed down a little, then maybe they could broach that subject.
When the door chimed and someone practically stormed in, her head whipped up and she focused on the source of the ruckus. Wiping a bit of sweat from her forehead, she immediately placed the woman. She was a model and quite possibly one of the best in the business... or at least one of the most widely known. There was some grumbling in the shop about her and Genie knew a bit of the tea on that subject. Tiphanie Escoffier, Bieito's mother... And now Bee had dropped the Escoffier from his surname, though Genie wasn't entirely sure why. It seemed like she might be about to find out though. Pinning her work in place for the moment, she rose from her stool and moved towards the front of the shop, standing protectively at Milan's side. The brunette wasn't sure what was going on, but she wasn't about to let anything happen to her friends and co-workers.
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: Thu Oct 09, 2025 4:46 pm
Linsey Grey-Cavendish Ravenclaw Alumnus │ Twenty-One Years Old │ Fashion Designer, Musician and Artist │ Single
Linsey was working in her own little corner of the shop, trying to stay out of the way of the rest of her coworkers and customers. Between getting the fall line, working on customs to take some of the load off of Milan, getting her own label, ‘Designs by LGC’, going and keeping it going, plus putting in time to help keep her wedding preparations on track, she was incredibly busy. Mom asked her to make Ella’s graduation dress, and she squeezed in time to get it done. There were several points during the season when she worked non-stop for two or three days because there was more work than they had the bodies to get it done.
Beito coming to help the shop after he graduated from Hogwarts was a blessing, and it was wonderful seeing the brothers working together. It was something she hoped to do when Ella graduated, and the company name was intentionally set up to apply equally to both sisters. It was gratifying to see Milan and Genevieve together; Milan had been alone for too long. Right now, though, nobody had time for anything other than work, and Linsey figured she would be slammed with projects right up until her big day. The date was circled in red, and the days leading up to it were counted down.
The white-haired Ravenclaw alum looked up from her work when the bell chimed and the door flew open, and she caught sight of one of the more famous models in the industry. “Oh, dear,” she said softly, as she set aside the bit she was working on, and walked towards the front, as it dawned on her that this was Beito’s mother. Wearing a long burgundy skirt and a dressy blouse with a tailor’s apron, Linsey walked over to stand with Beito. She didn’t know what was going on, but she was prepared to help her friends and coworkers.
OOC: Taken by Serghei Emil Antonov
Cinnabun Gryffie
"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 "
xx↠ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Cloak & Coven xxx↠ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Milan, Genie, Linsey, Mother xxxx↠ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Fighting xxxxx↠ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?I should have done the other
Bieito had definitely not been looking forward to this talk. He knew it was coming, though, he'd just hoped it wasn't going to be here. His mother looked enraged, her body language betraying the flush of anger. Bee had to be her opposite. He had to remain perfectly calm, even when she inevitably flipped out. "How dare you write this about me?! Are you trying to end my career?! Je mettrai fin à ta carrière avant que tu n'oses nuire à la mienne!" She hissed her French, but Bieito didn't flinch. "I did not write anything, Mother. I did an interview, as is part of my job." He sighed, wishing this wasn't in front of all his friends and coworkers.
"You said you would rather turn in your entire career than to work with me?!?!" She shouted, anger swirling up. At her words, Milan let out a casual laugh. "No, that one was actually me. But what can I say, you don't work with male designers. I couldn't possibly work with you anyway." Bee glanced at his brother, sighing when his mother turned to glare at him. "Mother, I simply said that I did not foresee us working together at this time. I did not mention why. It wasn't my fault they asked about my name change."
He seemed sad, the teen upset that this was happening at all. He'd missed the woman, even if clearly she didn't care. Of course, he knew that she didn't miss him in return, since all the letters written had gone unanswered. "And to have changed your name!? Like Escoffier is not good enough for you! I raised you, little rat!" She stepped closer, her sharp features seeming almost unnaturally sharp as her anger took over. Bieito went to respond, but Milan's own anger beat him to it. "You sent him a letter saying he wasn't allowed to use your name! So he's using mine instead. Because unlike you, I love him. I am glad I was able to help raise him and to allow him the freedom to grow into his own person."
Bieito reached over, setting a hand on Milan's shoulder. "Maman, on peut éviter ça ici, s'il te plaît? J'apprécie mon nom, mais j'en avais besoin d'un autre pour le travail." His words were softer, trying to switch the language so that Milan could take a breath. Bee did feel guilty when he noticed the older boy looking over to Genie and Linsey for help translating. "Tu aurais dû faire preuve d'honneur et t'éloigner de la mode! Tu n'y appartiens pas!" Bieito hung his head, a pang of upset. He knew that his mother had intended him to fully quit the career, rather than to change his name, but he'd done just the opposite. His soft blue eyes seemed stormy grey with the worry in his head.
{{Tiphanie 1 - I will end your career before you can dare harm mine! Bieito 1 - Mom, can we please not do this here? I appreciate my name, but I needed a different one for work. Tiphanie 2 - You should have done the honorable thing and stepped away from fashion! You do not belong there!}}
xx❁Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Cloak & Coven xxx❁Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Milan, Bee, Linsey, Tiphanie xxxx❁Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Some kind of ruckus xxxxx❁Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?What's going on here?
Genevieve stood beside Milan, her blue eyes watching the fashion model before them. She was quickly shifting from a beautiful woman into the creature that lurked beneath the skin. Veelas, when angry, revealed their true nature and that creature wasn't nearly as beautiful. When she spoke French, Genie narrowed her eyes and her tight lipped expression darkened. She hated hearing her language used in anger. French was a beautiful language and shouldn't be spoken in malice. To Bieito's credit, he was managing to stay calm and levelheaded despite the woman's rage spewing at him. Milan, on the other hand, was not holding back and rightfully he shouldn't. The older Wellbelove had been looking out for Bee for a while since his mother had abandoned him. And he was right to defend his brother. Genevieve was in agreement with the boys and she wasn't about to let this woman try to destroy her friends. At Milan's glance, she started to translate but when the woman said that she fully expected Bieito to quit the profession to sate her desires, genie couldn't tolerate it anymore. "Excusez-moi, Madame, mais comment pouvez-vous dire ça ? Connaissez-vous seulement la qualité du travail de Bieito ? Je suis sidéré que vous attendiez d'un designer qu'il cesse de travailler au gré d'un seul modèle. Madame, je suis sûr que vous savez qu'il existe des centaines de modèles et seulement quelques designers. Surtout de son calibre. Alors, Madame, je pense que vous devriez revoir votre ton." She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to look as tough as possible in the face of the woman transforming in front of them.
{Translation: Excuse me ma'am, but how can you say that? Do you even know the quality of the work that Bieito produces? I'm flabbergasted that you expect a designer to stop working at the will of one model. Madam, I'm sure you're aware that there are hundreds of models out there and only a limited few designers. Especially of his caliber. So madame, I believe you ought to check your tone.}
Linsey Grey-Cavendish Ravenclaw Alumnus │ Twenty-One Years Old │ Fashion Designer, Musician and Artist │ Single
As Linsey stood beside Beito, she could scarcely believe what she was hearing. Madam Escoffier refused to work with male designers, and she got the feeling she was akin to Mr. Antonov and his Perfecti Soldati, in that not only would she not work with a male designer, but she might not consider their words to be valid simply due to the source. She vividly recalled how the Soldati dismissed her pleas for civility, and not to double down on Mister Antonov’s paranoid philosophy, even though their father’s decapitated body lay bleeding out on the floor.
Like Genevieve, Linsey believed French was a beautiful language, meant to express the depths of one’s soul, never to be used with malicious intent; she also didn’t like people switching languages, thinking they could get away with a slight. However, she could rebuke Madam, and still not abuse one of her favourite languages. Fixing the blonde-haired woman with a look, with her impossibly blue eyes practically glowing with the indignation she felt for Beito, Linsey spoke in her soft, clear tones. “Pardonnez-moi, Madame, mais vous êtes sa mère. Suggérer à un artiste qu'il abandonne sa passion équivaut à demander une part de son âme pour la revendiquer comme la vôtre. Pour une mère de demander la même chose à son propre enfant, cela reviendrait autant à reprendre la vie qu'elle lui a donnée qu'à prendre son âme. Et comment répondriez-vous si on vous exigeait la même chose ? Je suis certain que vous ne daigneriez pas répondre à une telle demande. Avez-vous même vu le travail de Beito ? Si c'est le cas, vous savez que son œuvre est un don, et qu'il ne fait rien pour jeter la honte sur votre famille et votre clan. Tout mannequin se considérerait chanceux d'avoir la possibilité de travailler avec lui.”
The last bit she could say with complete confidence being that she was unafraid to model anything she, Milan, Bee or Genie created, and indeed was on the runway as much as some of the models they worked with.
English Translation: 'Pardon me, Madam, but you are his mother. To suggest to an artist that they abandon their passion is akin to asking for a measure of their soul to claim as their own. For a mother to ask the same of their own child may as well take back the life they imparted as well as take their soul. And how would you answer if the same were demanded of you? I am certain you would not dignify such a demand with a response. Have you even seen Beito's work? If you have, you know his work is a gift, and that he is doing nothing to cast shame upon your family and clan. Any model would count themselves fortunate having the chance to work with him.'
OOC: Taken by Serghei Emil Antonov
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: Sun Oct 12, 2025 1:58 am
xx♚ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Cloak & Coven - Diagon Alley xxx♚ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Various people xxxx♚ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?A confrontation xxxxx♚ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?He will regret this decision.
Tiphanie watched as the entire shop seemed to step forward. But only one was an object of her ire. As the other.... male spoke with an annoyance, Bieito seemed... not timid, but perhaps resigned. Good. It sounded like he had learned his place. But then the girls spoke up, both in French, but only one in a similar dialect to hers. The brunette commented on Bieito's quality of work, then noted that there were hundreds of models, but only a few designers. She flared up, a rage of anger in her eyes. The blonde girl spoke similarly, though she added in that his art was in relation to his soul. She also asked how she would fair should situations be reversed. Tiphanie growled softly, before drawing in a deep breath and returning her haughty expression.
"Nu contează c** aș răspunde. El a răspuns incorect, negându-și numele de familie. Nu este mai artist decât acesta," she paused, glaring in Milan's direction. "și acela este artist doar pe numele mamei sale." She practically hissed at Milan. What she wasn't expecting was her son to step forward. "Mother, please. Milan is an excellent designer. If he weren't, you wouldn't be here. If I... If I weren't a good designer, you would not be here. You are mad that I am neither backing down nor funneling money to our flock. But as you so aptly stated in your letter, I am not part of the flock, nor should I presume any maternal relationship with you. So I took the Wellbelove name, since they have accepted me as family. You can work with any designers but me, and Milan, Genie, and Linsey have also made their stances known." He sighed, then very slowly breathed in. It was almost like he was trying to calm himself.
"As Bieito said, none of us here will work with you. Seek your modeling services with other designers. But as your letter was a legal familial separation, we must part ways. So please leave the premises. As I am the proprietor and owner of Cloak & Coven, and Bieito shares legal representation through Wellbelove Fashions, Cloak & Coven, and his own brand, I have every legal right to evict you from the property. Either leave or I will take the next steps in legal evacuation.... and you really don't want your name dragged through all that..... do you?" The boy's deep blue eyes glimmered with annoyance, though the smug look on his face betrayed his presumed victory. Bieito sighed softly, but Milan put a hand on his shoulder.
"Madame Escoffier, I think you should go. I will not step in your ways, nor will I mention your name in any further interviews. But I will not step down from my career." Stepping forward, she slapped the youngest of the group, her long, claw-like nails leaving bloody tracks across his cheek. To his credit, the boy did not waver in his posture, even as blood slid down his face. Though as she turned and walked off, she didn't notice him turn and grimace as his hand pressed over the marks.
{{"It matters not how I would respond. He responded incorrectly, by denying his family name. He is no more an artist than that one," "and that one is only an artist by his mother's name."}}
xx❁Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Cloak & Coven xxx❁Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Milan, Bee, Linsey xxxx❁Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Some kind of ruckus xxxxx❁Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?The nerve of this b***h
Ooh, this woman was quickly becoming the bane of Genevieve's existence and she was quickly building in rage. She opened her mouth to decry her tone when both Bieito and Milan spoke up and told her off. Milan threatened to involve the law if she didn't remove herself from the premises and drag her name through all that. To be fair, Genie wished that Tiphanie would give her a reason because she was very good with magic and she wanted any reason to hex the woman. When Bee said he would not be stepping back from his career and she slapped him, Genie exclaimed, "Quel culot pour cette garce !" As the woman stalked out of the shop, Genie pulled her wand from her pocket and cast a stinging charm on her buttocks. Then she waved her wand and the door slammed closed and locked itself behind her. Finally she turned to Bieito and saw the actual damage of her slap and scratches. "Oh non! Bieito, you're bleeding!" She panicked a little, since she wasn't sure what to do around blood. She'd been too scared to take Healing at Beauxbatons because everyone always got some kind of dirty in that class.
