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 Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 5:23 pm
This RP is set before Hogwarts and will not count towards any RP requirements.
Moa had been rather flustered when she first entered the robe shop, having gotten lost, even with the help of her map, after encountering her friend Violet. She was glad for her company, but was unable to enter the shop, being too shy to ask. But now Violet was gone, and Moa was left alone in the large, fabric stuffed shop. But being alone wasn't so bad, or, rather, it wouldn't have been, if robe shopping wasn't quickly becoming so tedious. The lady who had helped her, a sharp faced, rather stern woman, kept arguing that absolutely nothing fit her. It was embarrassing. Moa sighed from her place on the round fitting stand, frowning when another one of the floating pins jabbed into her skin. She though magic was more controlled than that.
"No, no, no. Really, child, how is it absolutely nothing fits you?" The woman was frowning, waving her wand about almost subconsciously, as she scrutinized Moa's form.
"I... I don't know..." She couldn't bear to look at the woman, with her nose almost permanently scrunched in... disgust, she assumed. Really, though, she could figure a reason. Not only did all the clothes in the shop seem tailored to tall, regal figures, but Moa was short for her age, and much larger in width. The first year attire was made for those smaller around, and the second year dwarfed her in length.
She heard the woman snort. "And that's why we're tailoring it, my dear." It didn't sound like Moa was her dear, the false sweetness obvious in her voice. Moa sighed and looked away as a curtain swirled to conceal her and the clothes tried to magically remove themselves. Moa frowned after they released her and floated away, and she hoped that the ones she actually bought would be less snug than the pins tried to make it.
"I still need my other things, my robes and my-"
"Yes, yes, but I don't deal with that, only adjustments, so it is not my problem." The woman snapped from the other side of the curtain. Moa sighed and pulled on her light blue shirt and skirt, hoping that the nice boy who'd welcomed her would be the one helping her with the rest of her uniform needs, instead of her, or someone who was similarly rude.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 7:10 pm
For the most part, Elliot loved shopping for his supplies. Books were his favorite; there were so many interesting titles that he couldn't help but stop to read, and even beg his poor mother to purchase. Mostly, he was turned down. They couldn't afford to spend extra galleons on books that he didn't absolutely require for school, especially since his list of school supplies was quite extensive as it was. You already have plenty of books at home, his mother would say, and that would be the end of the argument.
Being low on funds, the Moreaus had traveled all throughout Diagon Alley in search of bargains and discounts. It was a lot of footwork, but they had managed to find a second-hand book shop where they managed to get most of Elliot's books for cheap. The others, they were forced to purchase new. In addition to books, he had already gotten his wand. It was a funny, crooked shape that had endeared itself to Elliot; he wanted to carry it with him as they bustled about, but his mother had insisted on carrying it. It was pristine, perfect, and she had paid full price for it, and she did not want it destroyed on the first day.
Now, after a small lunch, they were on a quest for Elliot's school uniforms. Robes weren't exactly cheap, and had to be bought every year. Nevertheless, they were something that his mother Yvette didn't want to buy second hand. Elliot would be wearing them for much of his time about Hogwarts and, though it was really something she shouldn't be concerned with, she wanted his clothes to be nice... Or at least nicer than something that he would choose himself...
"Come, Elliot, you will need uniforms..." Yvette said, pausing before the elaborate door of the clothing store.
"New..?" Elliot asked.
"Yes. So do not cut them."
It was a simple instruction, but it caused Elliot to pout. He had actually been hoping that his robes would be low-quality hand-me-downs. Elliot rather enjoyed "customizing" his clothes, which his mother didn't mind so much if they were the inexpensive sort. But brand new pieces, possibly even tailored to fit him? He would be in too much trouble to do that...
"Yes, Mama..." he agreed with a frown as they passed through the door. He would obey her, but he would not be happy about it!
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 8:10 pm
Moa stepped out of the curtain, which retracted completely at her touch. She felt a bit exposed when she realized there wasn't anyone around, just her in a large, empty space. Unsure of what to do, Moa fiddled with the frill around her neckline, pulling at it as though to tear it off completely. She wasn't sure how long she waited, but she soon grew tired, and went off in search of robes. She had seen a rack of them in an earlier room, and tried to find it again.
Of course, it was easy, out the only open exit, and she found herself where she had wanted to go. Having never bought or worn robes before, she wasn't entirely sure what she was looking for in one, and so grabbed the sleeve of the first one she saw. She let out a shout when it decided to fit her, swirling around her and pushing to get on. She shrieked and stumbled backwards, falling messily to the floor. She struggled until she heard a laugh, and froze, the robe finishing it's attack as it sat on her correctly.
She pushed herself off the floor and stared up at the cheerful worker-boy who had welcomed her earlier, the adult-sized robe causing her to slip slightly.
"Muggleborn?" He asked though his laughter, which was dying down. Moa shook her head, her face turning a blotchy pink and her eyes starting to p***k. The boy raised a brow. "They try themselves on, so you don't have to." He helped her up the rest of the way and took the robe from her to hang back on the rack. "Here, you're going to want the children's section. First year?"
Moa nodded, feeling her face heat up. Children. She wasn't a child... well, she didn't want people pointing out she was. Moa felt little and useless as he lead the way away from the 'adult' section and to the one for those attending Hogwarts this year.
"You should find things better over here, though I'm afraid if you want to be fitted for robes, you need to talk to Mrs. M." Moa shook her head, she did not want to deal with the mean woman again so quickly.
"N.no, I'm good..." The boy smiled cheerily and began backing away. With a small wave, he turned and walked away.
"Call if you need anything~" Moa nodded, even though he could not see her, and she turned to look at the things she would need for school. She heard him call out a greeting, most likely to someone new, before she focused on the racks. Ties, the list had said. And robes, and blazers, an entire uniform you had to stick to. Moa was unused to picking out clothes that had to look the same. How could you express yourself if everyone looked the same? She frowned. Nothing she saw was particularly colorful, just a lot of gray. And how was she to know which of the four colors to choose? Would just any of them do?
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 3:08 pm
While Elliot's mother introduced herself to the polite greeter and explained their business, the boy took the opportunity to explore the shop. He wandered away from his mother's side and up to a rack of pins. He liked the Hogwarts ones best, possibly because it was something he could relate to. It wasn't as if the quidditch team pins were ugly, but Elliot wasn't much of an athlete. The most physical activity he was interested in was practicing his broomless flight. He planned on perfecting it some day, but he was still working out the ah... kinks.
"Elliot!" his mother Yvette hissed at him once she had noticed his absence. She held out a hand to him.
Elliot, embarrassed but submissive to his mother, sheepishly scampered back over to her and took her hand. It was so humiliating, being led along like a little child on his mother's leash of flesh. He kept his eyes low to the ground as she continued her conversation with the associate.
"This will be Elliot's first year at Hogwarts," Yvette announced. "We require... simple uniforms, as we do not know his house."
It was a small relief that his robes would be black in color. He feared that his mother, having been a Beaubatons student herself, would want him to attend the same school and he would have to wear powder blue for much of the day. It may have been trivial to other students, but he had an image to maintain! And that image did not involve powder blue.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 3:32 pm
Moa wrinkled her nose- so many decisions! She wished her mother was here. Even if she didn't know the ins and outs of Hogwarts, she wouldn't have had to make these decisions herself. Moa sighed before turning away from the ties with a huff. If they were going to be difficult, then she wouldn't get any, simple as that!
She stalked away from the rack angrily, stomping just enough that she could hear a nice 'thump.' It didn't help much, but it made her feel a little better... actually, it didn't help at all. There was no way she'd be able to tell which of the identical looking racks was the one for first years.
"...first year at Hogwarts," Moa turned with a small gasp, grabbing at a wooden post and hiding herself behind it. She was a first year, too! And first years didn't have any friends. Moa grinned and peeked around, shuffling from section to section until she was able to spot... whoever it was she was looking for.
"Do you want it to fit, or is off the rack alright?" She heard the boy say. Scooting closer, she saw him gesturing animatedly, and she grinned. He was so nice~
Wait, no... first year! Moa looked around the woman for her kid, one of Moa's new friends... unless they were mean or something- actually, she couldn't really be picky. Father said lots of friends meant a happy life, and some of his friends weren't particularly friendly. Moa shrugged to herself, bumping into a basket that rattled, metal and wood buttons. She made her way to the other side of the woman, as her new friend was on the far side, of course, and she smiled when she spotted them.
"Hi." She whispered, but they didn't seem to notice. She frowned once more and ran around some racks and baskets to get closer.
"He seems like he'd fit them off the rack." The boy said, and Moa had a feeling he was talking about her... or was he? He might have said something similar to the girl before her, but she couldn't recall.
Peering from behind some robes, thankfully not enchanted to try themselves on, Moa tried to get the kid's attention. First she waved her hand a bit, then more furiously, but she shrunk back when the nice worker boy stared at her. Embarrassed, she bit her lip and kept her actions small. Very small.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 5:54 pm
Yvette glanced down at her son with a frown. He was an awfully small boy. The things off the rack would probably swallow him whole, which she had been attempting to stray from in the first place. But honestly, they couldn't afford a complete tailoring job, and loose-fitting, nice quality robes were better than fitted tattered ones. Besides, it would probably make Elliot happy, and she really did enjoy giving her child what he wanted, even if his desires were... unusual.
"I think... the rack will suit him just fine..."
Elliot wasn't paying much attention to the business. His eyes had gone back to wandering about the store. When the decisions were up to him, he actually liked getting new clothes, but if not, it was just boring. Elliot was not a good model and had no intention of ever becoming one.
However, something interesting caught his eye. Wedged between some of the clothing, it seemed, was a strange young girl... waving at him? Yes, Elliot was almost certain she was waving at him. He couldn't see her very well, but he decided to wave back at her nonetheless. It was more interesting than listening to his mother.
"Mama, there is a girl over there," Elliot said, looking dolefully up at Yvette and pointing in the girl's direction.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 6:19 pm
Yes! He noticed her! All this sneaking about was getting annoying, she wasn't meant for secrecy... or sneaking... or tight places. Moa moved a sleeve that had fallen in front of her face before smiling at the boy. She was getting hot, caught up in all these clothes, but it was better than walking over- who knows what would had happened if she did that.
Most likely they would have hated her, and she would have been shamed in front of everybody. This way was much simpler. She was about to say something, pffst? Shhh? What was that sound again...?
But she didn't, because he was pointing at her. She felt her cheeks get hot. It isn't nice to point! But then he was calling up at his mother. Not really wanting to meet her, scared of what a strict adult might do or say, Moa hid herself deeper into the robes, stumbling backwards a few steps in her rush.
She wasn't entirely sure what it was that scared her so about the woman, but scare her it did. Unsure of what action to take next, Moa kicked at the ground. It wasn't this hard meeting Violet, or Marc. She started to wonder what exactly was different, before she decided to peek back through the rack. Surely his mother was no longer looking...
Well, it didn't matter if she was or wasn't, because Moa was no longer hidden. Perhaps it was because the robes suddenly decided to move, perhaps because she tried to peek too far, or perhaps it was because long robes are slippery, but her secret friend hunt had suddenly turned into a new type of introduction. Hello Mr. Floor. Nice to meet you. My name is Moa, and this is my face.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 1:43 pm
"That is nice, Elliot..."
Elliot saw his mother glance over in the girl's direction for only a moment before turning back to their sales associate. He had already begun wandering around the small store, inspecting the racks for a robe sized to Elliot. The boy himself frowned at his mother's lack of interest. There was a strange girl in there with them and he wanted to find out what she was doing!
Before he could gather Yvette's attention again, he heard the rustling of fabric and a thump sound against the floor. He whipped his head around to find that the hidden girl had fallen into plain view! Or perhaps she was simply inspecting the floor..? Oh, if his mother would just release him.
"It is impolite to stare..." Yvette said, giving her son's hand a gentle tug.
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 7:08 pm
Moa pushed herself up on her knees, rubbing at her now sore nose. "Oww..." She hoped it wasn't bleeding or anything, but she didn't think so, since she didn't see any blood. She stayed sitting there for a bit longer, continuously checking herself to see if she had broken anything or if the blood was late, and she only moved when she was certain she was fine, though a sting still remained on her red nose.
Moa looked for the boy, unhappy that she was out in the open, but glad for the face no one was yelling at her, yet. Conveniently enough, the boy was in exactly the same place has was when she was sneaking about, and he was staring at her. Inwardly, she threw in the towel, there was no use trying to get him to come to her, he wasn't budging! Moa got to her feet, dusting the floor-dirt from her skirt and knees, frowning when she found her knees to be scuffed a bit. They didn't hurt, though, but she supposed they would later. Straitening, Moa walked over to the boy and his mother, shying away from the older woman as best she could.
"Hello." She said, standing off to his side. "You're going to Hogwarts too?" Yes, idiot, my mom just said it. Moa mentally rolled her eyes, it was the best she could come up with.
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 4:37 pm
This roleplay has now ended so we can start a new one in the castle. Because I (Ottolla) need closure, here's what happened. Elliot: Hi. Yes. Moa: Awesome. I'm Moa. Elliot: Coolness, bro. I'm Elliot. Moa: That's rad. Elliot's Mom: The clothes are here, go try them on. Elliot: Kay. Moa: I'm not going to wait around while you try on clothes and stuff. Byeness. Elliot: See ya later, alligator.  (Okay, so maybe not in those words... >.> )
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