The Not So Perfect Potter

23 ~ Dresses

"So you're telling me, your father spoke to you in a dream saying Voldemorts back and if you try and fight him, he'll flip a switch in your mind and just turn you evil which might kill you?" Clementine said brutally. Isabelle nodded slowly as the pair followed after Fleur and the girls towards Hogsmeade. "Then you saw Harry in a graveyard, getting stabbed with a knife and you felt the same pain in your arm?" Isabelle nodded again and yawned. She had been having that exact nightmare for the past few nights, Isabelle had been reluctant to tell Clementine incase it caused unneeded panic but decided it would be best when she woke up to see her arm having scratches, where Isabelle had clawed at herself in the night. "Belle, you need to tell Dumbledore. What if your having visions? Like Professor Trelawney says she has, if what you're dreaming about happens then you and Harry are in danger."

"Will you two stop whispering and hurry up! I want to get to the dress makers before the ball." Fleur snapped back at them. Isabelle rolled her eyes and the two quickened their pace. Fleur was still annoyed about the kiss with Henry but she wasn't the only one. Max hadn't said a word to her since, despite her desperate attempts to apologise and Alex trying to get him to talk to her, he still denied and avoided her wherever possible. He even switched seats in lessons so he would no longer have to sit with her. "We're coming calm down, don't want you to get more stress spots than you already do." Clementine shot back making Fleur gasp and cover the large spot that had now emerged from her chin. Isabelle held her breath, trying desperately not to laugh as they approached Hogsmeade.

The girls stopped in front of a large, dark red shop. In the window was an array of dresses ranging from ballgowns to summer skirts. A golden sign hung above the door reading Madame Ivory's Dress Designer in beautiful curly writing. Fleur pushed open the door resulting in a small ding from the overhead bell signalling customers rang. "I'll be right out." A sing-song voice rose from the back of the room. Clementine instantly began filing through the dresses pulling out any that caught her eye. The shop was lined with racks upon racks of the most elegant and beautiful gowns Isabelle had ever seen. There was a dress in nearly every colour, brown ones, blue ones, pink ones, red ones, green ones and many more. The walls were painted a pale pink with various pictures of girl dressed in the elegant gowns featuring on the wall behind the front desk. The left wall had a large mirror in the centre with a changing room placed in the back corner. 

"Hello my lovelies, I'm guessing your here to get a dress for the Yule Ball?" A middle aged blonde witch appeared behind the desk She had blue eyes that scanned around at each of them in turn, excitement radiating from her. Fleur nodded and handed her the parchment containing their booking details. The woman waved her wand and instantly five white cushioned chairs appeared behind the girls. The woman indicated from the to sit down as she grabbed a quill and parchment. Waving her wand they began floating in the air and copying down whatever it felt was relevant. Isabelle couldn't help but be reminded of Rita Skeeta's Quick Quotes Quill. 

"Tell me starting with the oldest, what are you looking for in a dress?" The woman hummed peering over her golden framed glasses looking between Fleur, Vivienne and Aiméé. Fleur sat forward with a grin on her face, "I am the oldest, my name is Fleur." The woman nodded and peered to the quill, "What is it your looking for in a dress?" Fleur pulled out a piece of paper from her robes and handed it to the lady, Isabelle peered over the woman's shoulder to see the paper was filled with notes. There were different types of fabric that can or cannot be used, colours that would make her look too pale or colours that make her hair and eyes stand out. Specific lengths that would ensure it touches the floor but doesn't get caught beneath her heels. The woman nodded as she scanned through the sleeve options that Fleur had notes down before folding the paper and placing it in her pocket. "If you'd like to come with me, then we'll get you a couple to try on and see what you like." Fleur stood and followed the woman towards the changing room at the back of the room.