Strange as it sounded, it was marvelous to see Miss Mountbatton affix her dress, primarily because Ida had never seen such a lovely frock before. Up close she noticed the peacock that drew daring blues and greens over the gold, and how her exquisitely crafted headdress and accessories matched. So this is what Ms Rose had meant in terms of coordinating. As the lady finished, Ida bid her own modiste farewell and marked a return date during one of her Hosgmeade visits in a few weeks.
"Yes, I suppose it could be called that," Ida replied to the idea of it being an 'exciting' time with a shy smile. Surely this woman has attended far more lavish affairs, and Ida couldn't consider something positive when it tied her stomach into knots like this.
At Miss Mountbatton's introduction, Ida's expression didn't blink over her name, though she caught herself in surprise for the memory it triggered. Was she the same woman Witch Weekly had featured some years back? If so, that must have been for her debut, Ida marveled. Ordinarily, she wasn't one to pay much mind to gossip rags. But it had been notable to see a woman that looked more like herself on its cover, and in one image, she'd worn an outfit that reminded Ida very much of something her late mother owned.
Now realizing her company, Ida's heart thrilled that Miss Mountbatton had been so amiable to have tea together. After all, it might seem strange to some that Ida was drifting about town unaccompanied. Though she would appear more lady-like to have found a suitable chaperone, Ida rather liked taking advantage of her freedom to come and go without much oversight from her (relatively absent) family, something that her upper-class friends had a much harder time doing.
"Oh, just Ida is fine," she said, still caught in her thoughts as the two of them made their way out of the shop, someone graciously holding the door for them. Ida was familiar with the tea shop they were headed to, though it was on the higher end and liable to put a dent in her budget. A very worthy dent, Ida corrected herself. "And yes, I am at Hogwarts, in the Ravenclaw house." Though Ida wasn't entirely sure that would mean much to this woman; she was certain that she'd have remembered her even if they'd only overlapped for a few years.
"Coming to Hogsmeade today was a bit of a treat to myself before my return from break," she confessed with smile as the two walked. "Though I admit, I did not expect a fitting to cause me as much stress as it did," she laughed. "A bit of tea will be perfect to set myself back on course."
"Yes, I suppose it could be called that," Ida replied to the idea of it being an 'exciting' time with a shy smile. Surely this woman has attended far more lavish affairs, and Ida couldn't consider something positive when it tied her stomach into knots like this.
At Miss Mountbatton's introduction, Ida's expression didn't blink over her name, though she caught herself in surprise for the memory it triggered. Was she the same woman Witch Weekly had featured some years back? If so, that must have been for her debut, Ida marveled. Ordinarily, she wasn't one to pay much mind to gossip rags. But it had been notable to see a woman that looked more like herself on its cover, and in one image, she'd worn an outfit that reminded Ida very much of something her late mother owned.
Now realizing her company, Ida's heart thrilled that Miss Mountbatton had been so amiable to have tea together. After all, it might seem strange to some that Ida was drifting about town unaccompanied. Though she would appear more lady-like to have found a suitable chaperone, Ida rather liked taking advantage of her freedom to come and go without much oversight from her (relatively absent) family, something that her upper-class friends had a much harder time doing.
"Oh, just Ida is fine," she said, still caught in her thoughts as the two of them made their way out of the shop, someone graciously holding the door for them. Ida was familiar with the tea shop they were headed to, though it was on the higher end and liable to put a dent in her budget. A very worthy dent, Ida corrected herself. "And yes, I am at Hogwarts, in the Ravenclaw house." Though Ida wasn't entirely sure that would mean much to this woman; she was certain that she'd have remembered her even if they'd only overlapped for a few years.
"Coming to Hogsmeade today was a bit of a treat to myself before my return from break," she confessed with smile as the two walked. "Though I admit, I did not expect a fitting to cause me as much stress as it did," she laughed. "A bit of tea will be perfect to set myself back on course."