Regency in Diagon Alley [Theodore Nott | Harry Potter AU]

Chapter Seventy-Two

The tailor was more ecstatic than the man getting the fitting for a brand-new frock. Theodore was sure that the moment he came in, the tailor's smile has never faltered, he did not take it negatively or something to be concerned about, though. The tailor was an old man and has been the one to take his measurements and make his frocks since he was a boy, the smile was simply out of joy to see him again after five years. Even the tailor's wife, the seamstress working in the shop and was fitting Carina in the other room, was delighted to see him, they even shed a few tears when they realized who this man with a beard was.

In the room with him, Theo entertained himself by helping Roman pick the color for his coat. The two went on through the variety of cloths and colors, and Roman took it upon himself to also dress Theo and find the perfect match for the boy. Theodore chuckled whenever made a face at a color Roman asks him about and does not like.

"This? How about emerald?" Roman asked Theo.

Theo brought the cloth sample to where Theodore stood and tried to picture it on his father. "I like it," said Theo. "What about you, Da?"

"I think it's nice, but your mother does have a theme, you know? Gray, white, and gold." Theodore answered. "Maybe black would be suitable for the theme."

"Just because Carina has the house colors does not mean you always wear them. She only does on important occasions." Roman told him. "The emerald, Theo?"

"Yes," the boy answered. After Roman whispered something to the boy, Theo approached the tailor, handed the type of cloth and said, "My Da would want it in emerald, and Uncle Rome asks if you could make the buttons like the ouro... oro ..." he stumbled in his words then thought hard on how to say what Roman told him. "the ouro...boros," Theodore pressed his lips together to stop the laugh, "for the buttons."

"Certainly, my lord," the tailor smiled. "And for the trousers?"

"Black," said Theodore while Roman and Theo answered, "White." When the tailor looked confused, he turned to Theodore, and the man sighed in defeat and said, "white."

"Very good, Your Grace."

"I'm not a duke," Theodore reminded him softly. "Nott – no, Kieran is fine."

"Yes, Lord Kieran."

Before Theodore could correct the tailor once again, the old man disappeared to the back to get the material he needed for the fitting. In the middle of the work being done, Carina entered their little room, despite it being only for men. Being Duchess has its privileges, one that Theodore enjoy, especially when she is saving him from Roman's suggestions in the coat that would make him look like a fool. It was bad enough that Roman had Theo in the planning, knowing that Theodore won't be able to say no to the boy.

"Green," Carina mused.

"It's emerald, Mama," Theo corrected her.

"That's right, it's emerald, Carina!" Roman joined in.

"Apologies, my lord," she bowed teasingly. "And who picked the color? If I recall, you're more a black and blue type."

"Roman and Theo." Theodore answered. "Are you finished with your fitting?"

"I am, that's why I was wondering what is taking you so damn long – no offence, Sir, you know how much I love your and your wife's work." Carina referred to the tailor. The man simply smiled at her way and offered some wine and pastries present to entertain the clients. Carina settled with the biscuits.

"Well, blame the helpers who are dedicated to ruin my frock, so if I look like a fool, make Roman pay."

"I am offended that you do not trust my sense of style? Must I remind you that I was the one to dress you and accompany you in your visits to the tailor so your closet would have some color aside from black and white," Roman said.