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| Abigail Capulet | Jul 27 2009, 02:13 AM Post #1 |
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Letting her slender fingers slide delicately over the soft silk robes of every colour, Abby let a small smile light up her face. If there was one thing in the world that Abigail Capulet excelled at, it was shopping. She could only lament the fact that she couldn't make a professional career of it. "Oh Miss," A sharp tone interrupted her perusal of the luxurious materials and rich colours. Abby lifted her eyes to see an impeccably dressed sales clerk with a pinched look on her face watching her every move. Abby turned her attention back to the racks of clothing before her, essentially dismissing the sales lady without another thought. "Miss" Her tone was more abrupt, as though she were determined to show the young Gryffindor who was in charge of this situation. "I don't think its a wise idea for you to be manhandling that delicate fabric. It is very expensive." Turning almost lazily back to face the woman, Abby lifted her chin haughtily. "Fine," She said in an offhanded manner, "I'll take my business to Gladrags. I'll be sure to let my mother know that the service in Malkin's has deteriorated drastically since her last visit." Abby's eyes narrowed shrewdly, "You do remember my mother Cecilia Capulet?" As the sales clerk's face drained of colour, Abby smirked. "Or maybe it will be alright if I manhandle a bit more of this fabric?" The sales clerk nodded hastily and stammered an apology. Cecilia Capulet spent a small fortune in Madame Malkin's shop at the change of the seasons. Her power shopping habits were enough to make most women weep, but Cici took every shopping excursion very seriously as her husband's account at Gringotts could attest. Damien Capulet was completely smitten with his beautiful wife and would deny her nothing. A talent that Cici was all too willing to exploit. Abby lifted a finger up to tap on her chin for a moment thoughtfully before calling out to the sales clerk. She pointed out a few dozen outfits and turned a narrowed glare at the girl, who was scurrying about gathering the items. "I'll try these on. And I'd like a large dressing area, a selection of shoes and accessories as well. And a glass of chilled elven wine." She left no room for argument. "I have a friend meeting me here shortly. I do hope your manners will have improved enough to let her know where I am." This could prove to be a fun afternoon. If Brooke ever arrived. Knowing that girl, she'd likely caught the attention of an admirer or six. Brooke was among her best friends in the school. And unlike some best friends, Brooke had never, despite her flirty ways, stolen a boy from Abby. Perhaps there was still a small measure of anger towards Evelyn. Merlin knew there was enough of it still directed at a certain arrogant Gryffindor prat who Evie was now dating. It was bound to spill over a bit. Abby tossed a last glance out the shop window to the busy street before making her way back to the dressing area to try on a few outfits. Perhaps retail therapy was just what she needed. A slight smile lit up her face as she thought about burning a sizable hole in her father's bank account. Yes, that always helped. |
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| Brooke Saunders | Jul 29 2009, 12:12 AM Post #2 |
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She was late. Brooke didn’t need to see a clock to know this. It was inevitable. Brooke Saunders was late for everything in her life. Dates, trains, class, hell, she was late for her own birth. And yet, for somebody who was always late, who knew she was late for a meeting at the moment, the blonde girl did not seem hurried in the slightest. In fact, she swung her skirt-clad hips in a lazy movement as she leisurely strolled towards Madame Malkin’s, catching the eye of a rather handsome older boy. A flirty smile was sent his way and returned as they passed each other, and Brooke didn’t need to look behind her to know that he was checking out her cute ass. Still, despite her evident indifference to promptness, Brooke was unable to linger. It was Abby who she was supposed to have met fifteen minutes ago, and Abby was already still touchy from the whole Gryffindor Dream Team deal. The last thing Brooke wanted at the moment was Abby going off on her. It was an inconvenience she’d rather do without. Sighing airily, Brooke located the robe shop easily and slid gratefully into the cool, dark room. Any longer in the sun and Brooke may have started to sweat, Merlin forbid. She had never been one of those girls who could pull off the “I just got back from the gym” look. Indeed, being a natural blonde meant that her milky skin turned crimson when under the strain of physical exercise. “Abigail Capulet, where in this bloody store are you?” Brooke immediately announced to the nearly empty shop as her eyes slowly adjusted. A salesgirl to her left startled, turning with a frown to locate the source of the disturbance. Brooke sent her a sweet, innocent smile, adding charmingly, “I love your shoes. Very chic.” This elicited a flattered grin, ensuring Brooke’s acceptance into the workers good graces. Tossing her golden curls over one shoulder, Brooke swept the store with a practiced eye, searching for a brunette head among the yards of fabric. Upon realizing that her friend was nowhere in sight, she opted for the dressing rooms. “You know, my love” she started in a loud voice upon reaching the small room at the back, stooping slightly so that she could look under each curtain that acted as a door, “Money can’t buy you happiness.” A pair of slightly tanned legs caught her attention, causing Brooke to stop her exploration. A grin lit her pretty features. “But it sure does help.” Yanking the curtain back enough that only she would be able to look in, Brooke ignored her friends’ state of disarray as she commented in a pouty tone, “There’s a significant lack of the male species in this shop. Are they prejudiced or something? Oh, that blue silk does wonders for your eyes.” |
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| Abigail Capulet | Aug 2 2009, 01:19 AM Post #3 |
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The soft silk slid over her smooth skin effortlessly. It was a delightfully decadent feeling. She really had no need for another set of ridiculously priced robes. A slightly wicked grin lit up her face, there had never really been any doubt - she'd be buying them. Practicality had never been her strong suit. Besides, she looked fabulous in them. She glanced down to the selection of shoes the shop girl had left for her. It took only a moment for her to choose a pair of sandals and pick them up. She reached down to slide one of them onto her foot. “Abigail Capulet, where in this bloody store are you?” Abby started abruptly and promptly dropped the soft leather sandal to the carpet, as Brooke's tone echoed throughout the shop. An amused grin slid effortlessly onto her face as she stooped to pluck the sandal off the floor. There were only a few people at Hogwarts who could make an entrance like that without being told off by the shopkeeper. “You know, my love” Brooke's voice was closer now, “Money can’t buy you happiness.” “But it sure does help.” Abby responded at the same time as her friend with a easy smile as the curtain flung open enough for Brooke to poke her head in. The pretty blonde grinned at her in a slightly devious manner, an expression Abby couldn't help but mirror. "There’s a significant lack of the male species in this shop. Are they prejudiced or something?" Brooke's bottom lip jutted out slightly in a mild pout. "About time you got here," Abby scolded lightly, then with a wink she grinned, "First, we shop, then we scout out the males. Father seems to have far too many galleons collecting dust in his vault at Gringott's. I'm determined to be a good daughter and help alleviate that." A evil gleam shone in her dark eyes as she reached into her purse and plucked out two small cards. "Besides we'd like to look our best before heading to Mama's. I managed to knick Scarlet and Liv's ID's, so I thought we could go have a little fun tonight." Scarlet was Abby's older sister. The two siblings could barely stand to be in the same room together. It wasn't sibling rivalry so much as all out sibling warfare between the two, so really it hadn't been hard to pick a silly argument with her. Liv had looked downright distraught as the sisters began to scream at each other and she escaped the room as fast as she possibly could. After a brief, but very loud shouting match, Scarlet also left the room in a huff. Liv was Olivia Capulet, Abby and Scarlet's cousin. How she could possibly be a Capulet remained a mystery. She was sweet and gentle, and most definitely a Hufflepuff. With her fair complexion and light hair, she held none of the dark looks that seemed to dominate the Capulet family. Abby was almost certain that the gardener was involved rather than her uncle. Once the two girls had left the room, Abby quickly made her way to the large armoire in the front entryway. Opening the heavy wooden doors, she quickly located the girls purses and snagged the necessary ID's. They hadn't been any the wiser. Not until after Abby returned to Hogwarts. Abby couldn't hide the smirk at the thought of Scarlet's face when she looked for her ID. She brought herself back to the moment and slipped on the second sandal, she then straightened up and turned to Brooke with her arms held out in a 'ta-da' fashion. And Brooke didn't disappoint. “Oh, that blue silk does wonders for your eyes.” Abby's smile lit up her face. Yes this dress was definitely a keeper. Perhaps she'd wear it to the Yule Ball... alone. She turned to look for her glass of wine in an effort to hide dark look that flitted through her eyes. She took a sip before offering the glass to her friend. "You up for a night of dancing and gorgeous men swooning all over us?" She quipped lightly. As if she didn't know the answer already. Yes, a fun night out with Brooke would be just what the healer ordered! |
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| Brooke Saunders | Aug 2 2009, 10:19 PM Post #4 |
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“About time you got here,” were the first words out of Abby’s mouth. Brooke rolled his eyes at the reprimand that really carried no weight. “Yea, yea,” she dismissed with a toss of her hair, but Abby had already moved on to more important things. Shopping and boys. “First, we shop, then we scout out the males. Father seems to have far too many galleons collecting dust in his vault at Gringott’s. I’m determined to be a good daughter and help alleviate that.” Brooke grinned at her friends new excuse for blowing her father’s money. That was a difference between the, admittedly very similar girls. Abby felt the need to justify her shopping sprees. Brooke just spent the money. “Besides we’d like to look our best before heading to Mama’s. I managed to knick Scarlet and Liv’s ID’s, so I thought we could go have a little fun tonight.” If it were possible, Brooke’s face illuminated further, practically radiating as if it were the sun itself. Her dark blue eyes shone with undisguised excitement. It had been a while since their last escapade, mostly because neither of them had fake ID’s, and it was not always convenient for Abby to steal her sisters’ and cousins’ cards. It didn’t even matter that Brooke looked nothing like Abby’s cousin, Olivia, despite the other girl having blessedly light hair. The bouncers at Mama’s barely glanced at the cards, so engrossed were they in the two single girls who proffered them. “You up for a night of dancing and gorgeous men swooning all over us?” she asked, handing out a glass of wine, which Brooke accepted gratefully. “Must you even ask?” Brooke challenged back with a laugh. She tipped the glass to allow the chilled liquid to slide easily down her throat. The bitter taste lingered in her mouth as she handed it back to Abby. “I haven’t been perfecting my dance moves these past few weeks to waste it on some idiot of a boy with two left feet,” she added in a huff, a frown creasing her fair features. Brooke, of course, was referring to the last Hogwarts dance, when she had been asked, and accepted, a gorgeous older Ravenclaw as a partner. Apparently his graceful features had not extended to his feet. Her brooding thoughts vanished as quickly as they came, however, as she realized that she would need a new outfit. All hers had already been worn once. “Oh!” she exclaimed, admiring her friends form as she twisted to check her dress in the mirror. “If you’re wearing blue silk, than I must find myself some red.” Eyes sparkling wickedly, she added, “Perhaps some leather? And a whip? I always did want to try the dominatrix look…” |
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| Abigail Capulet | Aug 9 2009, 12:39 AM Post #5 |
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“Must you even ask?” Brooke's eyes sparkled with interest as she took the half empty wine glass and drain the last of it. Abby lifted her eyes from her friend's face and signalled the shop girl for two more glasses. She ignored the disapproving look from the girl and turned her attention back to Brooke. “I haven’t been perfecting my dance moves these past few weeks to waste it on some idiot of a boy with two left feet,” Brooke said with a note of irritation in her voice. Of course, Abby knew instantly what she was referring to, that Ravenclaw dolt who had ruined the pair of Manolo Blahniks that Brooke had worn to the last Hogwarts dance. The boy was as uncoordinated as they come but to ruin Blahniks... why it was simply unforgivable. Abby nodded sympathetically. "Oh! If you’re wearing blue silk, than I must find myself some red. Perhaps some leather? And a whip? I always did want to try the dominatrix look…” Her eyes lit up with a mischievous gleam. Abby couldn't help but grin, Brooke was the perfect person for her to be around. She was all about having fun. A night at Mama's with her would be just what the healer ordered to get Abby out of her tetchy mood that she seemed to be stuck in lately. "Red would look smashing on you, but leather definitely shows that bad girl side that you are so fond of showing off." Abby remarked with a wicked grin as the clerk brought over their wine. Ignoring the shopkeeper, Abby moved to slip her arm through Brooke's and led her out to the shop again. Her eyes moving over the racks she began to help her friend search for the perfect outfit for a night of illegal drinking and loads of fun. The shop clerk was beginning to show signs of being frazzled at the vast quantity of items Abby was pointing out. Some for her and some for Brooke. "I've had enough of these ridiculous school boys, its high time you and I enjoyed the fine men this country has to offer." A devious gleam in her eye, Abby grinned at Brooke. "Besides we have to make this night worth the howler I'm sure to receive from Scarlet in the morning when she discovers I've 'borrowed' her ID." |
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| Brooke Saunders | Aug 16 2009, 10:40 PM Post #6 |
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The grin that Abby sported at her comment nearly mirrored her own. “Red would look smashing on you, but leather definitely shows that bad girl side that you are so fond of showing off,” her dark-haired friend commented, grin taking a decidedly sinful turn. Brooke found herself absently nodding in agreement. It was no secret to Abby that Brooke had become tired of her good-girl image. Sure, Brooke enjoyed her gentle, sweet features which seemed to exude innocence, but this could only get her so far. Adults loved her pure, incorruptible looks. They practically ate out of her hand when she turned her doe-like eyes on them. Boys on the other hand… Besides, the angelic presence that she gave off was entirely fake and exhausting. For a night out at Mama’s, it was definitely easier to show a truer form of herself… wicked and wild. Grabbing her wine out of the clerks hands, Brooke hooked her arm through Abby’s, blonde curls bouncing slightly against her back. Immediately, the clerk found herself holding a mountain of clothes, while Brooke stood by, impish curve to her lips while she allowed Abby to flit about the store, pointing out article after article of clothing. “I’ve had enough of these ridiculous school boys,” the brunette suddenly declared, causing Brooke to make a noise of agreement. “It’s high time you and I enjoyed the fine men this country has to offer.” “Here here!” Brooke concurred through giggles. She raised her glass to her lips, only to find that it was empty. Whoops. The walk down to the shop had made her quite thirsty… It was shaping up to be a good night indeed. “Besides, we have to make this night worth the howler I’m sure to receive from Scarlet in the morning when she discovers I’ve ‘borrowed’ her ID,” Abby added, the conniving little thing. “My dear Abigail,” Brooke began in a slow, almighty tone that she had heard her dad use many times when he was about to make a persuasive point. “When has a night out with me ever not been worth the howler in the morning?” Easy for Brooke to say. She had never actually received a howler. The closest reprimand she had ever gotten in her life was a weak ‘Just don’t do it again’. A glimmer of black caught her eye as she let out a piercing squeal that nearly had the clerk dropping her armful in shock. Springing towards the rack, Brooke snatched the black leather mini-skirt off the stand before holding it up to herself for Abby to see. “It’s perfect!” she exclaimed, twirling around with the garment. “Now all I need is a red top and knee-high boots and a whip and…” Brooke paused her excited movements, peering at her friend from beneath long lashes and an amused grin. “Do you think Mama’s would allow me to bring a whip in?” she asked, humor laced throughout her voice. Edited by Brooke Saunders, Aug 16 2009, 10:40 PM.
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| Abigail Capulet | Sep 5 2009, 10:01 PM Post #7 |
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“When has a night out with me ever not been worth the howler in the morning?” Brooke's self assured tone brought a look of amusement to Abby's face as she nodded automatically. It was truth. A night on the town with Brooke at her side had always been memorable. The two of them always had lots of fun and a night at Mama's was sure to be a night to remember. "I'll be sure to find you when Scarlet's howler makes an appearance. That way you can enjoy in that fun too." She said with a smirk. Even before she could finish the sentence, she was drowned out by the excited squeal of the pretty blonde. Abby gazed critically at the black leather skirt that Brooke was clutching. It was daring and risque... And completely stunning. An approving grin lit up her face as Brooke held the tiny skirt up to herself. “It’s perfect! Now all I need is a red top and knee-high boots and a whip and…” Brooke stopped to glance up at her with a decidedly devious grin on her angelic face. “Do you think Mama’s would allow me to bring a whip in?” A light giggle erupted from Abby at the question. "If anyone could get away with it, Brooke, it would be you." She assured her friend rather absently. It was the truth. The innocent sweet looking blonde could get away with almost anything, but Abby attention was already directed elsewhere. Taking a quick glance around, she found what she was looking for. A scandalously low cut top that she'd spied when she was shopping earlier. It was just this side of indecent. She plucked the cherry red shirt off of the rack and held it up for her friend. "Something like this?" A wicked grin dancing across her features. "You're on your own to find the whip though," |
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