1995-02-20: Reinvention

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Scene Title Reinvention
Synopsis Holly and Morty decide on designs!
Location Habitual Habiliments, London, Diagon Alley
Date Feb 20, 1995
Watch For Crups hate werewolves. :(
Logger Holly

Soft classical music plays in the background of the shop as Mortimer relaxes behind the counter. He's in between customers at the moment, and Edana Noble, one of his biggest supporters, hasn't needed a new monstrosity just yet. Sans tophat, the man is bedecked in a flashy suit as per the norm. Aries, his little krup, is snoozing in his decorated and curtained basket behind the counter. In Morty's hands is a copy of Witch Weekly, and he's perusing its pages.

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Holly's looking for new robes.

She's got some everyday ones. Mostly brown and red, and a couple black ones, because black is always in fashion. She's wearing one of her new robes as she arrives, in fact. Here, she's looking for something a little fancier, though she's got quite an interesting black robe on now. It fades to crimson at the bottom hem, as well as on the hems for the sleeves, which are form-fitting to her arms.

Upon entering the shop, she eyes the dog. Some animals don't seem to care about her scent, others want to eat her. Cautiously, she crouches down, holding her hand out to Aries, and asks Mortimer, "He's cute. Is he nice?"

—-

And as if to answer Holly, Aries growls, barks, and takes off to hide in the back. The Krup took one scent and already decided on what sort Holly is, and he'll want none of it. Mortimer looks aghast, "Aries! Manners in front of the beautiful lady!" The magazine in hand is set upon the counter and he rises gracefully from his seat. "I'm terribly sorry, I don't know what's gotten into the little devil, normally he's quite charming," he says, flashing rather white teeth. "How can I assist you today my dear?"

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Holly knows exactly what's gotten into the little devil. Oh, well. If she ever needs help picking out an animal in the future, she's gonna need to ask an Animagus for help. Luckily, she knows one. "Ah, it's okay. Never been really good with dogs," Holly says, standing up. She still frowns, though, looking in the direction the crup went. "I'm looking to get a new dress robe," she says. "I just need something new, you know? Reinventing myself," she says with a flourish. She appears slightly embarrassed after that, setting her hand down on the counter. "And I hear you could help me with that." She holds out her hand. "Holly Maplewood."

—-

"Ah ha, Aries is no mere dog, but you did not come to me to discuss animals," Mortimer says graciously and charmingly, even as he flourishes with a hand. He laughs, a bit of a falsetto, "My dear, you are in the right place to reinvent yourself. Miss Maplewood, it is a pleasure and I, Mortimer Mordred, am your servant." He then gives a bow, and reaches for Holly's hand to deliver a kiss.

—-

She's not exactly comfortable with the attention. She's actually rather new at this whole forcing herself to act something she doesn't feel. But, hey, if she can pretend long enough, maybe she'll actually start to feel normal again. So she lets Mortimer kiss her hand, hesitating for a moment before pulling it away. "Oh, that was different," she says. "I like it, though. Here, this one's for you." Leaning forward, she gives him a kiss on the cheek, if he'll allow it. That wasn't so bad. Do people usually do stuff like that?

—-

Morty beams quite pleasantly at Holly, "It's very French. Lovely people, the French. Spent a good bit of time there, I did." He offers his arm to Holly, preparing to escort her around his shop. "Now you want to reinvent yourself. That I can do, and help further bring out that beauty you possess." Almost in a conspiratorial fashion, he leans in, "Is there a wizard in your life that we need to factor in?"

—-

Adding to her list: Doing Spontaneous Stuff is Occasionally Good. Check.

His words are mostly lost on her, given that she's never fussed about her appearance too much. Still, it feels good to be flattered, even if it's by someone who's kind of paid for it. She takes his arm, too, allowing him to escort her, even if she's positive she could have walked on her own, and simply followed. "A wizard? Oh, oh, you mean if I'm with anyone." Private information. Still… "Kind of. There might be." Holly still hasn't decided if it's safer for her to break it off or not. "I don't see how that matters, though." Fact: She's here for a nice robe. What Jack thinks shouldn't matter. Right?

—-

Mortimer trills out a laugh, "Modest. I like that. Fear not, I'll clothe you in garments that will have him looking at no one else but you!" And that seems to be a promise! (If only Mort knew it was /Jack Noble/..) "Are you only wanting a set of dress robes to start, or shall I work on a gown for you?" He starts circling Holly, even going so far as to reach for her hair, drawing it up, lips pursing as he muses.

—-

AAAH STRANGE GUY TOUCHING HER. "Uh." Brown eyes roll up as he lifts her hair - it's a couple inches shorter than it was last week, though he wouldn't know the difference. She's actually thinking of getting more cut off, depending on how she likes this. "Dress robes for now, thanks. Though something fancier might be nice in the future. I plan on staying for awhile. Lots of work here to do." She's not going to say exactly what that work is, because who knows what people think about the rights of what most people considder to be 'lesser' human beings? "I really like red. Just so you have a starting point."

—-

"Leave your hair alone," Mortimer commands with an authoritorian air. "Purple," he then announces, "Yes. Purple. Satin with velvet hemlines." He's going right on as if Holly's opinion doesn't count. She came to him for help! Then his thin mustache twitches. "Red? Well.. I suppose.. perhaps.." He raises a finger and taps at his mouth with it. The wizard hasn't the faintest buggering clue who Holly is. He doesn't read the Prophet and stays as clueless as possible about the news. "Red satin lining that folds out onto the hemlines. The exterior, purple velvet. Trust me my dear, I know what I'm doing and I can make the colors work. Let's talk embroidery and trim now."

—-

But she wants it short! Somewhat annoyed at being steamrolled over, she gives the fashion designer a scowl. Still, she can't help asking, "What about purple d'you think is better?" She pauses. "I gotta say, Mister Mordred, I'm not really used to letting people push me around." It's… as much a warning as it is a statement of fact. Holly prefers being asked. Her opinion matters… Her opinion is usually good. At least, that's how she feels. One thing she won't budge on, though… "Long sleeves." Even if Spring is approaching soon, she's quite adamant about that. She'll use cooling charms if she needs to.

So, trim. "Uh, gold? I like wearing my House colours." Some people never quite grew out of that. And why should they? It's part of who she is.

—-

Mortimer gives a very, very fussy sigh, but relents. He's a bit of a coward, and he doesn't want to be hexed or lose a customer. "Very well, what madame wants, she will get. Long sleeves, red, and gold.. My dear, your coloring would be rather flattered by purple in royal shades, and that is my expert opinion." He seems a bit huffy at the rebuke from the woman, and he's gotten just a bit haughty.

—-

And Holly, in turn, doesn't want to upset Mortimer. They're in a bit of a Catch 22 here, aren't they? Holly's watching Morty with a stubborn look in her eyes, and he's being huffy. Well, Holly does like purple. "I'd just… Never considered purple. Okay, why don't we try that." He'll do a better job if he gets his way. "Can we do gold on the hems, though?"

—-

Mortimer is huffy! Very much like the pouting teend who didn't get her fancy Hippogriff for her sweet sixteenth. Okay, that's a bad analogy, but, nevermind. When Holly relents about purple, he immediately brightens, and snaps his fingers. A bolt of rather dark purple velvet shoots from the backroom and into his arms. He pulls off a few lengths of the fabric and holds it up to Holly. A full-length mirror has suddenly walked itself over obligingly so the witch can get a good look at herself with the velvet.

—-

She has to admit, the yellowish highlights in her hair really do bring the purple out! Or vice-versa, she can't be sure. Her reaction? "Huh." Okay, Mortimer wins this round. "What are you thinkin' for style?" she asks. I saw this design in this Muggle magazine I read. It was a dress, but, you know, close enough sometimes, and it had this slit up the side with a weave holding it together. It was kinda nice. Ever seen anything like it?" She's warming to the idea of purple now. It's not quite as conservative as she likes, but the dark colour has her nodding in appreciation.

—-

"My dear Miss Maplewood, you and your interesting accent shall have a design unique to you. If you want to go with a .. muggle-ish design, so be it. The design you suggest is intriguing." Mortimer says as the bolt rolls itself up and flies to his counter, where it rests. A quill and parchment zooms out in its place to Morty who catches them deftly, "Have you a copy of the magazine? Or.." He lets go of the parchment and quill. Instead of dropping to the ground, they remain in the air, the quill ready to sketch away. "Just tell the quill what it looked like. It's rather talented in copying descriptions."

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Holly looks up, eyes fixing on the ceiling as she considers, before reciting the design. A low collar, loose cloth around it, though she'd definitely like it with some sort of hood, she adds as an afterthought. Straight for the most part, though form-fitting at the top, with that slit up the side, just up to her hip. "The one in the magazine had loose sleeves, but I think I'd like the ones on this one to be more form-fitting." She's very concerned with that. "I'll get you the magazine, if I can find it. I haven't been around Muggles in awhile. Is that enough to go on?"

—-

Mortimer glances over at the quill, and tilts the parchment so Holly can see. "Is this close enough?" He looks a bit proud of the rendering based on Holly's description of the clothes. Not that he did any of the drawing just then, y'know. "I've had vague descriptions from the Lady Noble, and have worked quite splendidly off of them," he says, dropping Edana's name proudly, unaware that Holly may have met the woman or her offspring. "Very gifted woman in fashion, eccentric tastes and one of my most valued clients."

—-

When she sees the paper, Holly blinks. "Wow. Wow, that's like, exactly what I was picturing." A smile crosses her face. Obviously, she's quite impressed by this, and she will quite enjoy wearing that robe for special occasions. Or, hell, maybe not-so-special occasions. It looks pretty comfortable, too. Wait. "Wait, did you say 'Noble'?" Holly asks, the smile becoming more genuine. "The guy— The wizard you were asking about before. It's Jack Noble. I've known him for awhile. Him and I are good friends."

—-

"My dear! The Nobles, what a fine family they are. I'm practically a member of the family!" At least the way Edana heaps praise upon him, Morty has that impression. "So this design meets with your approval? If so I can get started on this and have it ready for you in mere days."

—-

"Don't have to measure?" Holly asks, though the question is just a precautionary one. With the magic quill and everything else, she trusts Morty, and trusts word of mouth. Besides, if the Nobles like him, then he must be good at what he does. "I live in the village. If you need to, just send me a message by owl, or come see me. I'm up on Ivy Lane. How much is this gonna cost?"

—-

"One step ahead of me, aren't we?" Mortimer says with a cheeky smile. His measuring tape that knows nothing of personal space appears and sets itself upon Holly. As it measures, her numbers are taken down by the quill, as if the two objects share some hidden brain. "Which village? There are ever so many!" As to the cost of the robes, he quotes a rather reasonable price, a bit above Madame Malkin's, but due to the custom make and cloth? Reasonable.

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"Hogsmeade. Sorry. I'm so used to doing my shopping there, I forget to say." She's got a reason for sticking to Hogsmeade, too. Or, several, really, First was because of the trial. After that, because of her recovery. She's ready to start getting out of the house, though.

The price is decent. Holly knew when she walked in here that these robes were a little more expensive just to start with. It's why she's only getting one now, instead of more, and if she likes the service and the result - which she has so far - she'll definitely be back. "Thanks, Mister Mordred. I can't wait to see what you do."

—-

"Quite alright! Charming little village, fond memories of my schoolboy days!" Mortimer is just pleased now that his customer is happy and not fighting him on this. Let Morty take care of you, he knows what he is doing! "Tsk! Darling, it's Mortimer, or Morty. We're friends now." Again, he flashes a rather white smile at Holly.

—-

No more arguments from Holly. She might not be the biggest fan of purple, but she's sure the robe will look stunning. In fact, she's looking forward to it now. "Mortimer, then," she says, with a half-smile. Friends. She can always use some of those, and it's nice to meet people who didn't know her before she was attacked. "I'll be back in a couple days, then?"

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"Yes you shall my dear, and be prepared to want more of my creations once you see your robes," Mortimer says, giving a flourishing bow to Holly. "If the lady Noble sees your robes and swears she must have a set like them, I will put my foot down and say no! They were made for one lady only, and if she gives her consent, then the lady may have a set."

—-

"We'll see," Holly says with a wink. She's going for charming herself, here. It's not a bad attempt. And as much as she'd love robes that are unique just to her, she'd gladly allow Mrs. Noble to have a set designed like them, too! Still, she shrugs on that point, remaining just slightly distant, and looks over her shoulder just one more time before pushing open the door and exiting the shop.

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