After Octavia Rose's first response about her dress Diana focused on the color again. After further inspection, the coat was in fairly good shape, so it would indeed, go to a good home. With a wave of her wand, the coat floated out of her hands and lazily into the donation box.

With a squint that she wouldn't dare execute in public for fear of her mother's retaliation, Diana pursed her lips at the color. Tavie was right, the color was quite dark... "Perhaps it'd be best to save that particular color request for a different time." she said with a gentle air of finality. "You know mother would only think you were preparing for a funeral, after all!"

Turning her gaze to her sister, she noticed Tavie observing her with a worried expression and immediately shook her head in protest. "No, no, nothing of the sort, silly goose." she exclaimed, a soft giggle emitting from her lips as she picked up a pair of hardly worn shoes. "I'm just a bit distracted, is all. Are you planning on using these at all, or have you already outgrown them?"