Natsuko did not often go to Irvingly, there was little in the village that held her interest - if she wanted to be around Magical people she stayed in Hogsmeade, if she wanted to be with muggles and magical kindred she went to London - there wasn't much reason for the Japanese heiress to spend any time in the village - except perhaps one. There was a seamstress there who was skilled unlike any other she had managed to find in England.

While she generally bought her kimonos in Japan, visiting once a year to update her wardrobe with the exensive garments or buy bolts of magical silks that could be used for the 'fusion' gowns she occasionally wore - the seamstress in Irvingly had proven herself to be uniquely skilled at mending the delicate garments. That was why she was there today. Ordinarily her maid would be sent to fetch and carry but this repair might change the line of the garment and Natsuko's presence was required to make the repair accurate.

Her kimono today was covered in intricate, enchanted -and very lifelike paintings of crimson snakes on pale creamy silks. It was not her favourite - she didnt like the animal but it was a change, and it had the benefit of warmth on this cold day. She had been treading lightly to avoid the puddles on the path as she transitioned from storefront to carriage when a very sold form barreled into her sending the petite asian woman flying off her feet, and landing hard on her rear in a cascade of cream and crimson silks.

Dignity -rather than derrière were damaged as Natsuko realised exactly what had sent her the ground, a man a good deal older than herself waving around what appeared to be a dead mouse.

'Are you mad?!' she demanded waving her parasol like a wand as though preparing to hex him for knocking her over - although if he was mad he might not be inclined to own it and might not take kindly to be confronted about it.

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Gin made something stunning