"If you see a woman with an injured arm, a red cloak, and most dangerously a dagger" asserted Draco viciously. Sternly, gazing at the reporter who dared to question him. "I advise that you.." he swallowed the rough lump in his throat and finally par...
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"Shall we leave?" I appeared out of nowhere as the two sisters gazed at me and assented.
"We shall."
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MADAM MALKIN'S ROBES.
I tilted my raven head upwards, facing the drawling title of the shop I had entered. It was elegantly, sophisticated, and neatly decorated.
There were dozens of exquisite dresses, to begin with, and the shop was filled with many ballgowns and wedding dresses. Clothes for almost all occasions.
Bellatrix and Narcissa left me alone to choose and began roaming around the tiny shop murmuring in each other's ears careful not to disturb anyone.
I walked over to a place with various dresses for me to choose from, only really eyeing the green-colored ones.
Green was my favorite.
However, a massive black golden sparkling ball-gown with a glimmering golden design done caught my attention.
However, before I could study the gorgeous eye-catching ball-gown; something- someone caught my attention.
It was a worker struggling to carry atleast 10 gowns all at once. He let out a groan and dropped the heavy colorful dresses.
He and I gazed at each other and the smile on my face dropped. Although, the edges of his lips had curled into an esthetic grin.
"Tom!" I whispered in a furious tone, approaching him, while he fixed his hat. "What are you doing here- in this uniform?"
"I knew you were gonna be here because of the ball." He began.
"Wait- how do you even know-"
"Come with me" He snatched half of the gowns lying flatly on the carpet, and with his free hand held my wrist.
I followed him behind- well he was dragging me.
"Wait-" I yelped. "My in-laws are here, what if they spot us!"
"I don't care about your stupid in-laws!" He dragged me to the fitting rooms.
The actual worker appeared extremely perplexed, I was unsure if it was because he had stolen a uniform, or because he was dragging me to the women's fitting-room section.
"Sir- the men's fitting room is that way." The blonde worker pointed in the opposite direction, which seemed to have caught the attention of many bystanders.
