The King of Curses

Chapter Ten-To Aquaitore We Go

Piles of fabrics adorn the dark lacquer of the wooden floor as more soon join them. Blouses are hanging off the lamp and chairs while a black skirt is laying over the mess of a desk. Several shiny dresses line the pathway of disaster into the crowded, disorderly closet. Mismatched shoes and boots are scattered throughout the closet and one is even laced around the fan's blade above the bed.

All these new clothes but not a single bathing suit? Come on Niamhy.

She holds up a short, peach colored dress. Taking a moment to look over the hem and fabric type, Magdalene tosses the article to reside with the rest of rejected clothes. She sighs in defeat. Almost all of her possessions have been gone through and nothing remotely looking like a bathing costume can be found.

Emerging from the closet, she races out and slides on a sock. She skirts around her room for a moment and then regains her composure. Magdalene runs down the hall and then the stairs.

"Dorgo! Can you find my aunt's owl? I need to send a letter to Poppy!"

"Dorgo thinks you will see Miss Poppy later tonight, will you not?" Replies the annoyed-appearing elf.

Magdalene nods. "But I need a bathing suit and my aunt doesn't have one for me here. I was hoping to send word to Poppy in the hopes she has a spare one I can borrow."

A snort escapes Dorgo. "You and Miss Poppy are very differently sized, Miss."

He hides his face with his hands as he attempts to apologize. "Dorgo is sorry, Miss. Dorgo will fetch the punishing stick."

"Dorgo, I neither want to use that on you nor have the time." She huffs while fighting back the sting of tears biting at her eyes. "One thing you can do to make things up for that rude ass comment is to find me the emergency funds so I can buy the proper attire for my school-sanctioned party."

Dorgo nods and with a snap of his fingers, he evaporates into the air. This leaves a half-dressed Magdalene roaming the halls. She trudges back to her room, unexcited to revisit the disarray of clothing she created. Grabbing her wand off the bed, she waves it around in small circles in the direction of the various collections of scattered clothing. She watches them dance around the room and file into her closet. As she watches the lackluster show parade to the closet, a rough rapture sounds from the door.

"Miss, I have a few galleons for your emergent trip." Dorgo barges into the room and sets the gold coins down onto the desk by the door, leaving as soon as the metal touches the wood.

The clothes drop to the floor as soon as her attention is split. An unheard thank you trails after Dorgo, but he is already gone. She resumes putting the clothes away. The chore is quickly completed while she dreams of the various styles she might buy. She saves out a blue sundress that is draped over the edge of the bed. Entering the now neat closet, Magdalene scavenges through the shoe collection for a pair of comfy summer shoes that would pair with a sundress. Once the organized shoe collection is thoroughly disordered, she holds onto two contenders.

She holds up a single shoe of each against the vibrant blue dress. The plain, straw-colored wedges are a nice neutral. She glances at the bright glow of the fluorescent fuchsia sandals. Her mind races with various thoughts; which one is the most comfortable to wear? Which one won't trip her walking through sand? Which pair will hold up through both shopping and a beach party.

Magdalene drops both options to the floor. She disappears back into the closet for a moment, returning with a large beige tote with a pink and yellow braided handle. Grasping the bright sandals in her hand, she takes her other hand and releases one of the handles. She stuffs the flip-flops into her bag. She also throws in a tube of lip gloss and her darkeners for her glasses. Lastly, she tosses in the coins provided to her.