(y/n) stood stifling a laugh as Joan explained culottes to the witch doing their fitting.
"And if you do the pantleg wide enough it looks like a skirt." Joan continued selling the imagery of the article of clothing.
"That is a fantastic thought." The witch stood once she finished and walked behind the counter.
"That being said can I have three of each? Culottes included?" They stepped off the stool and walked over to pay for the alterations and tailoring.
"You want trousers, skirts, and that weird hybrid?" She sent a measured look at the kid.
"I can't confuse and confound the patriarchy without style can I?"
"You do have a point." the witch chuckled.
"Wonderful, when can I expect them?" Joan beamed.
"Couple of weeks, need time to figure out the culotte situation." the witch took a peek at the records. "Do you still live at-"
"I'm at 12 Grimmauld Place now." Joan interrupted the witch who gained a curious look on her face.
"Is your-" (y/n) stepped up behind Joan and raised her eyebrows.
"You asked for me?" She smiled wolfishly at the witch behind the counter.
"I can't believe you moved back to that hell hole." the witch crossed her arms with a huff.
"It's less of a hell hole now, more of an ordinary hole." Her smile shifted to a smirk. "How're you, Avery?"
"The last time I heard of you, you killed a man. I don't doubt that he deserved it. I just want to know that you are ok." Avery gave the woman a once over.
"Avery was one of my schoolmates." (y/n) explained to Joan who nodded in understanding.
"I was the closest thing she had to a normal friend and we'd go months without even seeing each other." Avery waved her hand dismissively. "She was much closer to the potions master."
"The current one?" Joan asked incredulously.
"Yes, that girl kept making sure he ate something every day one way or another. I once walked in on her shoving a scone down his throat." Avery chuckled at the memory of (y/n) earning one of her many detentions.
"Their roles are reversed now." Joan leaned forward conspiratorially with a smirk.
"No way." Avery's face was filled with joyful shock.
"Avery, the price." (y/n) coughed now thoroughly embarrassed.
"Oh alright." Avery sighed in disappointment and finished up and accepting the payment and handed them a receipt all with a slight pout.
(y/n) didn't relax until both she and Joan were a distance away from that particular business.
"Right, that's taken care of, what's next?" (y/n) looked around at the different
"Books." Joan groaned once they caught sight of the crowd of people at the shop.
"Best of luck, we don't run into the fool." (y/n) sighed before making her way to Flourish and Blotts with Joan following closely behind.
The sight that met her eyes the moment she stepped into the shop made her skin crawl. Harry was being made to take pictures with Lockhart. He obviously didn't want to be there. (y/n) handed a pouchful of galleons to Joan and had them get the books they needed while she charged into battle.
"Oh! Gilderoy, it's been ages! How are you?" She came to step up and distract the man, who seemed to become nervous. 'Harry find Joan and get to Fortescue's, I'll meet you there.'
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