Another summer brought with it another round of visits to the shops for 'back to school' purposes. Millie didn't entirely understand the flurry and fervor of the August rush, it gave her the impression of some impending doom or madness. This year didn't feel that way to her, nor did the young witch want it to be. She was a fourth year now, and Millie was determined to make that into a proper adventure.
Step one of which was apparently looking the part. That didn't seem very adventurous to the young witch, someday she wished to have a perfectly-curated wardrobe like so many characters in her novels did. Then she could simply stroll out the door with the proper attire, rather than visiting Twilfit & Tatting to get hers adjusted.
"Miss Potts! Millie!”
The bright voice drew her attention away from the errand for a moment, and Millie spied a pinned-up Miss Farris waving for her attention. She dipped her head politely, the seventh-year girl always seemed so much easier to admire from afar. Standing on a stool at the center of attention, Mattie Farris looked far too much on display to approach.
"What are you doing here? I’m dying of boredom. I’ve been up here for ever. How’s your summer been?”
Millie looked up at the older girl with her radiant figure and beaming confidence, fighting every urge inside her to quietly observe. Her fingers found the silver necklace at her throat, softly brushing across the familiar texture of the links under the pad of her thumb. She thought she could be safe enough answering the first question. "I came to pick up the robes I was having adjusted."
The seamstress underneath Mattie's skirts poked her head up and made a studied stare of Millie's presence. Then she remarked in a voice that made the young witch blush, "You didn't stop growing, did you? Well they won't be right now, you'll have to stand for measuring again."
Millie tried not to meet Mattie's gaze, looking off to the side. This adventure was not beginning very well at all, she decided.
Step one of which was apparently looking the part. That didn't seem very adventurous to the young witch, someday she wished to have a perfectly-curated wardrobe like so many characters in her novels did. Then she could simply stroll out the door with the proper attire, rather than visiting Twilfit & Tatting to get hers adjusted.
"Miss Potts! Millie!”
The bright voice drew her attention away from the errand for a moment, and Millie spied a pinned-up Miss Farris waving for her attention. She dipped her head politely, the seventh-year girl always seemed so much easier to admire from afar. Standing on a stool at the center of attention, Mattie Farris looked far too much on display to approach.
"What are you doing here? I’m dying of boredom. I’ve been up here for ever. How’s your summer been?”
Millie looked up at the older girl with her radiant figure and beaming confidence, fighting every urge inside her to quietly observe. Her fingers found the silver necklace at her throat, softly brushing across the familiar texture of the links under the pad of her thumb. She thought she could be safe enough answering the first question. "I came to pick up the robes I was having adjusted."
The seamstress underneath Mattie's skirts poked her head up and made a studied stare of Millie's presence. Then she remarked in a voice that made the young witch blush, "You didn't stop growing, did you? Well they won't be right now, you'll have to stand for measuring again."
Millie tried not to meet Mattie's gaze, looking off to the side. This adventure was not beginning very well at all, she decided.
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