Post by narcissa on Mar 18, 2009 21:33:23 GMT -5
Narcissa Malfoy
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Twilift and Tatting’s. It was the only store (one of the only) that Narcissa Malfoy would shop at when searching for the finest robes for any occasion. If the muggle London shops could not put her in their finest clothing, then Twilift and Tatting’s could. Out of many of the shops that once graced the wondrous Diagon Alley, very few stood through the test of time. With the rise of the Dark Lord and the deterioration of Diagon Alley, few shopkeepers tried to keep their places up and running, and very few were even tolerant of those they considered of “low standard.” Narcissa was certain Twilift and Tatting’s stood firmly in the same quaint little spot because of her loyalty to everyone in the wizarding world, and her turn of loyalty to the purebloods only (and because Bellatrix enjoyed shopping there from time to time). Anyone who was not pureblood was booted immediately from her store if they did not leave quietly, and if they refused, then more drastic measures were taken. It was loyalty like that that kept the woman’s shop safe and well and prestigious in such dark times.
And because of that loyalty, Narcissa was there that fine afternoon with her house elf, Mimsy. The bumbling little creature was a gift to Narcissa after the rise of the Dark Lord, a sort of personal servant (they all were, but Mimsy only answered to Narcissa) to do her Mistress’ bidding. Today, Mistress and house elf were out and about, doing a round of shopping for the upcoming balls that would be held by only the most prestigious families in the wizarding world. London had been her first stop, but Mimsy had not been allowed to go with her into any of the stores, so a friend (if one could claim Narcissa Malfoy actually had friends) went along to pick out new gowns. Now, though, Mimsy was there to carry her bags and do what she was needed to do—stand there and hold things without a single word being muttered. If spoken to, the elf knew that her answer should be whatever Narcissa wanted to hear, and unlike Bellatrix—who had horrible mood swings at one point and had every house elf in the Black Manor shaking in fright when they even thought they heard her moving through the house—that was not hard to figure out.
When the shop keeper came out with a robe to go along with one of her gowns she had bought, Narcissa gently took it from her and slid it about her shoulders, admiring the dark green colouring the fabric. The keeper, of course, was lavishing compliments on her. “Beautiful choice, Mrs. Malfoy. The robe will definitely work quite well with that gown, and as you know, this is a one-of-a-kind robe. I’m quite certain that all of the ladies at the event will be envious.” All of theirs were, now, save for the ones that the students of Hogwarts needed, and most bought those at Madam Malkin’s Robes For All Occasions (although her loyalty lay with the Dark Lord as well and she shunned all “mudbloods”). And they saved only the best robes for her highest paying customers, which were not too many. Very few of the feared and respected wizarding names were left, and those who were, were given preferential treatment in any store in the wizarding world. “Quite beautiful. And the cream-coloured robe was beautiful as well, if I may add.”
Looking over the mirror once more, Narcissa looked to Mimsy, who was eyeing the robe with what seemed to be envy. Tutting quietly, a sign that the elf should remember her place, the witch looked the robe over again, this time inspecting every little stitch and design the woman had made on it. “Oh yes, this one is quite beautiful. I do believe I shall take it and the cream-coloured one.” Removing it and handing it to the other witch, Narcissa stepped down from the pedestal and motioned for the house elf to follow shop keeper to where she wrapped all of her “expensive” robes and boxed them. After a little small talk was made and the robes were paid for, Narcissa exited the shop with Mimsy trailing behind with her arms loaded to the brink. The woman did not say a word to the house elf as she exited the shop and headed straight for Flourish and Blotts, intent on finding a book to keep her entertained while Lucius was busy during the day and she had nothing else to do.