Oh, it's you again!, RP only closed to Grace. :) Options

[Mikey Tonin]

Mikey held her arms out from her body, just as the shop keeper had requested. Mikey rolled her eyes at the horribly uncomfortable position she was in. She was getting fitted for her pre-hogwarts robes. She would be, after all, attending this year. Much to her excitement, and apprehension. She sighed with frustration as the clumsy shop keeper poked her once again, with the needle.

'Whatch where you're sticking that thing!' she demanded in her head. She didn't dare mutter the words out loud, for fear that the shop keeper might do it on purpose, resulting a flare of Mikeys temper. Ending with her storming out of the shop, robes still unfitted. That would go over well with her father. She wondered why her parents had brought her here insted of Madam Malkins, where she usually got all of her robes. Another sigh.

She stared at herself in the mirror, admiring the deep red tone of her hair. It was odd enough, because neither of her parents had red hair, though her mother was full-blooded irish. And pureblooded witch. She looked herself up and down, as the attendent moved down to her feet, placing the hem up with pins so she would not fall on her face her first day. Another thing that would please her father very much. She surpressed a giggle at the thought of her self falling down in front of him, his face glowing red, but not daring to utter a word with all of the on lookers around.

Another pinch from the needle. "Ouch!" she yelled in exasperation. "That's the fourth time!" She could not help but glare down at the witch, who muttered a quick apology, and went back to hemming.

It was then when she saw her, looking up her face flushed as red as her hair from the frustration she felt for the nasty old witch who kept sticking her with pins. Grace.

Her glare only grew colder. For as long as she could remember, and probably even before that she had been forced to hold play-dates with this girl whom she lothed with a passion. And all because their parents were 'old friends'! Well, just why couldn't her parent's old friends have a better daughter? Maybe someone she could actually get along with. A half smile half smirk appeared upon Mikey's face when she remembered a particular nasty pinch she'd once planted upon Grace. She had deserved it, she knew, but she could not remember exactly why. Exactly what this girl had done to annoy her so badly that day. She rememberd the punishment though. Her toy broom had been taken away from her for a week and she had a particularly bad lecture from her father. She never pinched Grace again.

"You," Mikey said, her voice extra cold, "What are you doing here?"

She held her head high and looked back into the mirror, her face red now with anger. As if the stupid play dates weren't enough, she now had to see her shopping too? Mikey was so glad that the girl was a year younger than her, and she would not have to see her at Hogwarts as well. At least not this year.

((OOC: Oh, Gosh! So short! Forgive me? Once we get into it it will get better I promise!))

[Grace Coutu]

"Mum, dad... can I get a blue dress robe for this Valentines Day? Blue is so pretty, it's calm..." She paused and brought her hands dramatically close up to her chest. "Soooo romantic!" Once again mimicking something she'd seen, this time it had been an old lovvy-dovvy film. Grace found it wonderful and romantic, so, she had to act it out. Snapping back, she turned to face her mum and dad, walking backwards quickly with her arms awkwardly out to the sides holding her balance as she neared the shop door. "Romantic? " Todd, her father asked quirking a brow at his rather unusual daughter. Alice, her mother simply smiled down at her daughter and replied; "Yes, I suppose."

Grinning, Grace opened the shop door and walked in. Soon after she and her parents were lead to the back room, the fitting room. Fittings were fun, she could dress up and turn around. She liked making the bottoms poof... and then she'd punch them down. The small blond jumped up onto the small platform, and watched as her parents moved round to the back fabric walls... and started to talk to people. Curious, very curious, Grace moved to the tips of her toes, trying to get a better view. She wondered who they could be talking to in a robe shop in London. After all, she lived in Dublin, they were only in London for a short visit with family. It wasn't as if her parents could know that many people.

An angry sounding voice caused her to jump slightly and snap around to face an all too familiar face. A rather unpleasant familiar face, in Grace's opinion. The two girls, although they lived a fair distance apart, saw one another on rare occasions. Their fathers were extremely close and made efforts to get together at least once a year and have the girls play together. They didn't play. They picked ignored one another so the visits were always dreaded. Grace hadn't expected to see her here. However... she kind of forgot the reason why they didn't get along in the first place. She just remembered getting in lots of trouble for playing 'grown-ups' with her dad's wand and then the two girls didn't get along after that.

"I'm getting fitted for a new robe..." Grace replied, and held her arms up as the seamstress moved towards her for measurements. "What does it look like?" She decided to be a bit of a smarty-pants and leave out the real reason why she was in London.

[Mikey Tonin]

"I'm getting fitted for a new robe... What does it look like?" the girl answered after she seemed to be pondering.

Mikey through her head back in laughter. Not a nice laughter, a haughty laughter. As if she felt this girls mear presance was a discrase to her. She glared at her for a moment, impressed with how quick she came up with the retort before she said, "What a clever come back Grace. I'm proud of you!"

Though proudness was the farthest thing from her voice. More like hatred and loathing. She smirked over at the girl. Looking up and down at her blue dress robes. She looked quite lovely in blue, though Mikey would certainly never tell her that. Nothing to make the girl feel good about herself. Mikey, head full of pride, thought herself better.

"Ouch!" she said again, angrily when the shop keeper pinched her ankle with the pin, once again. She would never come back to this shop again. At the shop she usually attended, the attendent was so graceful and elegent. She'd never been poked with a pin there. Surely she never would be. This place was an utter discrase. No wonder it was called Gladrags. Rags indeed. Old rags pinning your ankles together.

"Ubsurd!" she heard herself curse, her face growing angry at the shopkeeper again. She huffed and held her head up high, examining her robes more carefully. Of course these were just for the train, she wouldn't actually purchace regular robes until she got sorted. Her eyes lightened for a moment, thinking of Hogwarts.

She had almost forgotten Grace's presance, and turned to glare once again, her eyes a bright blue against the black of her shirt. Almost shokingly blue.

"Am I correct in assuming-" she let out another yell at the shopkeeper, wincing as her shin was peirced, "that you are not attending Hogwarts this year? You're still only 10 right?" She shot it out through gritted teeth, more angry at the shop keeper than annoyed by Grace. "I swear if she pokes me with that again..." she finished to herself, her eyes ablaze with fire.

[Grace Coutu]

"Humph."

Grace simply responded, Mikey had never been the... most friendly of girls. The small blond was just thankful that she didn't have to see her all the time. Thankfully they lived a fair bit apart. Her head snapped up from the seamstress as she heard her mother laugh. Well, at least it made sense now, it was Mikey's parents who had caught her parents attention. But her eyes quickly found their way back to the seamstress as the measuring tape danced away with a flick of the elderly woman's wand.

Brilliant.

It was like it had a mind of its own, she couldn't wait to learn how to do that. She could only imagine the things that she could play with if she could make them come alive. She wouldn't ever need to play with anyone ever again! On second thought, bad idea. She didn't want to be known as the weird girl who talks and only plays with her dolls. That wouldn't be very good. Not at all.

The seamstress was back at her side again with a cushion full of small pins, and quickly her hands began to move around, pinning back sections of the drape-like fabric. "Ouch!" Grace cried out and suddenly tried to reach around to the middle of her back where the pin had stabbed her. The seamstress muttered a quick apology and continued working. Seconds later, Mikey's (dreadful) voice rung out again.

Grace looked over and shrugged. "I'm almost ten." She said, "I won't be going until next year though, you're righ-" She stopped and stared at Mikey with wide eyes. How could she think that talking to an older person like that was right? It wasn't, Grace would never talk to an adult like that. By Merlin if she did she'd be in waist-deep in trouble.

"I'm sure she isn't meaning t-"

Then she was poked again.

"OW! Hey! Be more careful or else..." She placed her fingers to her temples as she apparently 'saw the future', which she didn't actually. "Or else I can see something terrible happening!"

[Mikey Tonin]

Mikey smirked as she heard the girl make a humph sound. Apparently that was all for Mikey. She just loved to get under this girls skin. That was easy enough, not like having fun with her. That was the most impossible task in the world. The girl was just too sweet. Sickly sweet. Always mannered. Not that there was nothing wrong with manners of course, she'd been taught good manners, but when her father wasn't looking, she always found good pleasure in being -well- mean! Of course, that was only on certain occasions, good manners were a good for some things. They could get you money from your aunts, or respect from your peers. Respect was something she certainly would gain. She had once peeked in on one of her father's gatherings, the one's she was forbidden to attend. As she looked upon the figures, mostly men, she wished with all of her heart that one day she would be invited to join them.

"I'm almost ten. I won't be going until next year though, you're righ-" the girl was cut of by Mikeys unmannerly 'talk' with the seamstress, but continued. "I'm sure she isn't meaning t-"

The interuption didn't come from Mikey this time, for she knew that the shop keeper had poked her too. A smile, though not happy but smug, formed on the young girl's lips. Grace certainly deserved that. Well, no, that hurt, nobody deserved that. Her face grew more unpleasant at the thought. Maybe she'd pinch her again. No, that would mean trouble for her, and she didn't want trouble, not now. Not while she was this close to escaping her ugly family life.

"OW! Hey! Be more careful or else..." Mikey looked over at the girl in shock, she had never, ever heard her speak to anyone like that. "Or else I can see something terrible happening!"

Mikey's eyes were wide with suprise, looking at the girl. She realized she was gaping at her.

"Wow Grace," she said almost with delight, "Maybe my sharp tongue has rubbed off a little." With that she laughed.

"Isn't it completely annoying?" she gestured to the pins in her sleeve, "and it hurts too. If I could do magic, I'd curse them to death."

She laughed again, haughitly this time. Of course not to death, but she'd hurt them none the less. You just don't go around poking Mikey with those pins.

Then she heard a surge of her father's laughter, coming from the other room. Rolling her eyes she desperatly wished they weren't planning on going back to her home to have cocktails. That would mean more time with Grace. She certaintly didn't want that.

She watched as the shop keeper left the room, probably going to get something else to hurt her with.

"Don't you wish we had something to throw at them?" Mikey asked with a smile.