You look through the recently frosted pink-trim windows, at the dim lit shop floor; to see some of the most beautiful vintage clothing. Curious, you step into the fuchsia carpeted floor, soft, on your weary boots. The rustle of taffeta and the shimmer of silk whistles in your ear as you make your way to the front of the shop, where two young men are tending the shop. Feel free to make any inquiries regarding any specific clothes. You may access our catalogue here!
To say Alexandria was ecstatic to be the owner of a boutique was an understatement. She had big plans for the fashion world and anyone who tried to get in her way would be in trouble. The big names had to start somewhere, however, and thus a face lift for Gladrags was much needed. She had spent most of the day with Elias and his friendship group renovating the place; painting the walls, changing the curtains and the like. It was fairly late now and the two sat at the main register on either side, both with a mug of hot chocolate and some biscuits. "Thanks for helping out today," Alexandria said with a smile, "You don't know how much it means to me."
Eli was more than happy to be helping Alex set up the store, and in being so happy to do so he managed to get the rest of their friend group on board as well. Sure he was exhausted after lots of heavy lifting and painting for the entire day, but it was all worth it to see Alex so excited about her own store. Sitting across from her with his hot chocolate, which he had been taking a sip of when Alex thanked him, Eli smiled fondly before lowering the mug to the counter. "It's no worries. You know I'd do absolutely anything for you."
Alexandria was more than grateful, even more so with the added help that Eli had managed to bring in. It finally felt like she was going somewhere with her life and it was nice to have the man that she'd be spending the rest of her life with beside her. "Anything..." She mused for a second, laughing afterwards, "Even help me run the place?"
"Run... This place?" He asked, somewhat unsure. Don't get Eli wrong, he'd love to help Alex run the store. But Eli didn't know the first thing about fashion really, it was a miracle he was able to dress nicely himself. But that was just because he could afford nice clothes and Alex helped pick out outfits that would fit his personality and body well. "You think I'd be able to help run a clothing store?" Truthfully he'd consider it, if Alex believed he could do it then that would be more than enough.
One again, Yasmine had dragged Viola on another shopping trip. Why? Because it pissed Viola off. Nearing the end of the year, Yasmine needed a day off and a day in Hogsmeade riling up her sister? Better than therapy. Yasmine had been counting down the days until she graduated–she couldn't wait. Yasmine could live her own life. On her own terms. Not have to move across the world because of what other people said and did. Not that she blamed her sister for that. It was on her shoulders too. But still. Hogwarts was a pain in her ass and she wanted out. "You know, this could suit you," Yasmine declared, pulling out a leather jacket off the racks and tossing it over to her sister.
Viola trailed behind her sister through the shop, forced to come as company since she didn't have other friends. In all fairness, neither did Viola. Ever since attending Hogwarts in fifth year, she didn't try reaching out and that left her with no plans other than shopping with Yasmine. Viola wasn't necessarily being extra moody to piss her sister off this time around, because her mind was stuck on the fact she didn't ever have to look at her twin's face again if she didn't want to in a few weeks time, but still consisted of her everyday expression or feeling. Not super joyful. "Anything in this store would suit me," she snapped back before taking a look to the clothing item. Yasmine wasn't wrong, which wasn't to surprise. Everyone knew she had good fashion tastes, and Viola had no problem admitting that either. She even considered trying it on for a beat or two, but felt it wasn't worth it in the end and placed it back on the rack.
Yasmine rose an eyebrow over at Viola when she heard the sentence, before pulling out a pink puffy dress. "Even this? I'm sure it would," Yasmine said with a tone caught between teasing and mocking. "You should totally try it on," she said, offering the dress out for her. Frankly, it would look ridiculous on the both of them but it was amusing to think of her sister wearing it.
At first sight of the dress, Viola wrinkled her nose at the hideous, blinding thing. "Of course it would," she responded despite her previous showing of distaste. "Not my tastes, but I could still make it work." It was a lie. Viola, nor Yasmine, nor the goddess Aphrodite herself could pull it off, but the Gryffindor never went back on her words, especially with her sister. She was just too damn stubborn.
Yasmine saw the reaction and she smirked before tossing it over to Viola. "Uh huh? Then prove it, go try it on," Yasmine said, challenging her sister. Yasmine wasn't sure if her sister would do it but it was a win win for Yasmine. "Unless you're a coward."
Viola didn’t owe her sister anything and almost put the dress back... but she wasn’t going to let anyone get by with calling her a coward, especially not Yasmine. So, she simply responded, “fine,” and trailed over to the dressing rooms. Having put on the dress a few minutes later, she let out a sigh for letting her sister get to her yet once again. Though, in all fairness, it could of looked a lot worse. At least the size was about right (she hadn’t even bothered to check before), but it was still something Viola would never choose for herself in a billion years and would probably not wear anything like it ever again. Oh well. “Told you,” she said to her waiting sister upon walking out; still a lie, but she refused to take back her original statement that was, well, only a joke. Look where jokes got you sometimes. “Now are you going to actually shop for yourself at all?”
Yasmine busied herself with looking at clothes whilst Viola got changed. Yasmine half expected Viola to use magic to make it work but when her twin walked, she apparently hadn’t. Bold of Yasmine to think Viola was good enough with magic to pull it off. “You look absolutely ridiculous. Like a clown. You should buy it!” Yasmine said with a beam. Viola was right-the dress wasn’t so bad on person but seeing Viola in it was another thing. She looked like a doll. “And I am. I’m multitasking,” Yasmine said as she pulled out a leather jacket. “Too pink for me?”
Suppose Viola could of magically fitted the dress to her liking, but she wasn’t going to mess with something that she hadn’t bought. “A clown? Well, at least I don’t look like one on a daily basis,” she sassed back at her sister, looking over to the pink leather jacket after. “I don’t know. Or care as long as you don’t take forever choosing.” Right afterwards, she disappeared back into the dressing rooms to change back into her regular clothing.
Yasmine rolled her eyes over at her sister. It was a regular event with the two of them. Exchanging insults. It was a little childish and Yasmine had learnt not to let any of it get under her skin. But it was normal. "You know I'm going to take hours to choose now, right?" She asked, tilting her head as she actually considered the jacket. Pink was cute on her. "You could actually look for yourself. I'm sure you'd find something."
She ignored her sister’s former comment, focused on changing back into her regular clothes. “I have plenty of clothes. Unlike you, I don’t need a change of wardrobe every month,” she retorted back, breezing out of the changing room. Though, contradicting her former words, she made a beeline to a cute pair of dark jeans from the corner of her eye right after. Most of the time, Viola only talked back to her sister for the simple reason of talking back. To annoy the other.
Yasmine watched her sister head towards the jeans before rolling her eyes. "Not my fault I like to keep myself fresh and change it up a bit. Unlike you, I don't feel the need to wear the same things over and over again." Yasmine actually kept all of her clothes and did wait the same things more than once. However, she liked to add pieces and liked to make sure people forgot that she'd already worn that article of clothing. "And plus, if it wasn't for me, you'd never get anything new, even when you need it."
Viola rolled her eyes. If she got a dollar for every time her twin had her eyes rolling, she could buy herself a plane ticket to the farthest destination from England... and from Yasmine. There was a good likelihood it was the same from the other sister's point of view, though. "You're such a little brat," she said, not even giving the time to peak back over to the other while saying it. The jeans were still cute after being observed for a moment, and Viola could certainly use an extra pair. The only con that caused her to consider leaving them back on the shelf was that it was contradicting her words about not needing any clothes. Said in a way that was more so to herself, sharp sarcasm on her tongue, she added, "Oh, how will Yasmine Flint ever live without buying herself another jacket instead of wearing one of her thousands stored in her closet?"
"Oh, easy, I'd steal one of yours. I know you have a few I could utilise," Yasmine responded, a few articles of clothing thrown over her arm and she wandered back over to her sister. "I wouldn't be buying a thing then," Yasmine said with a small grin before she glanced down to the jeans but didn't comment on them. They were a good choice but Yasmine wasn't going to say that and quite frankly, she'd probably put her sister off them if she said anything. And Yasmine wanted her to get them so silence was the best policy.
She took the jeans of the rack, deciding that her sister and stubbornness wasn't worth missing out on buying a cute clothing item. "Well, lucky for me, you'll never stop shopping." Her eyes flicked back to her sister and the clothes she was holding, and then went back to her own shopping when spotting a cute red shirt. "So my clothes will remain from being stolen." Finding the shirt in her size, she takes it and holds it up up for her twin to see. "Do you think this shade of red would look okay on me?" Honestly, Viola wasn't sure why she bothered to ask Yasmine. She'd probably even do the opposite of what the other's opinion was.
"It'd look great on you," Yasmine lied. It really wouldn't. But Yasmine didn't think Viola would go with what she said so she tried to do the opposite. "And exactly, this works out for the both of us, doesn't it?"
Viola knew better than to trust her sister. Honestly, why had she even bothered asking? It was useless. Her eyes going back to the red shirt, she didn't question it very much longer before leaving it back on the rack. "Whatever you'd prefer telling yourself to excuse your shopping addiction, I suppose."
"Better an addiction too shopping than to be addicted to other things," Yasmine responded, breathing out quietly in relief when she saw her sister put the shirt back on the rack. A miracle has happened.
Viola rolled her eyes, choosing to stay silent at her Yasmine's response. Damn it for her sister being right, though. She knew that Viola knew it, too. Viola knew about being addicted to much worse things very well. Yet, she wasn't anymore. Alcohol who? She didn't know them. Viola decided she was done clothes shopping for herself, and was now getting impatient from her annoying sister. "Are you done already? I'd like to go get something to eat soon."
"No, not yet," Yasmine said in a sing song voice. She totally was but like she was going to let Viola off that easy. "Don't suppose you could help me find a jacket? One with wool lining. I've been trying to find one for ages and I haven't been able to do it."
"It's nearly summer. For what reason would you need a wool-lined jacket?" Viola was fairly positive Yasmine had just randomly thought of a piece of clothing only to get on her sister's nerves. It was working. If Viola didn't bother help looking, though, her twin would most likely purposefully take as much time possible. So, annoyed and hungry, she started to look through some other racks they hadn't explored yet.
"Exactly. It's summer. It'll be on half price so I can use it in winter," Yasmine responded instantly. It was cheaper to buy winter clothes during summer–she was being smart. Though maybe Viola doesn't know what that means.
"What's the point? By then, you'd probably have forgotten you ever bought it." Nevertheless, Viola still looked around, and, surprisingly, she found a small selection of the coats. "Found them!" she called out. The small rack that held them was completely full, which was no surprise to Viola. Her sister was the only person buying clothes six months before ever wearing them. Holding up one of the nicest-looking coats, she showed it over to Yasmine. "This one's cute, and..." she checked the price tag, proving her twin correct. "A lot cheaper than during the Winter. Forget what I said. I might buy this for myself."
Viola had a point but whatever. Yasmine would find it again eventually and then wear it. However, hearing Viola call her right? Was worth whatever price the jacket was. With a smile tugging on her lips, she walked over to check out the jacket. It was cute–really cute. However–"It'd suit you more than me," she conceded, tilting her head as she looked at it, rubbing the fabric with her fingers.
"You think?" she asked. She turns the jacket to face her again, surprised at the comment from, of all people, Yasmine. "Hm." A smirk growing on her face, she picked an identical jacket, and held both up next to each other. "Or, we might as well buy one each and become those twins who match their outfits." It was clearly a joke. In truth, the idea made Viola want to gag.