Chapter 15,
'Can we start by having a Butterbeer?' Greg asked as they walked down the cold street of Hogsmeade. 'I haven't had one of those for ages,'
'No. We will start with getting my robe, Greg,' Draco said annoyed. He had been annoyed with Greg ever since he had tried out as chaser and Henry had said he had a "pure talent". So now he was on top of the reserve list for the next game.
'There is supposed to be a new shop opened selling the modern robes directly from New York Wizard Fashion Industries,' Vincent said. 'Somewhere by the Shrieking Shack. We could try there,'
'Ok,' Draco said and they walked in the direction of the Shrieking Shack. Surprisingly a new blue building was standing at the very end of the road Draco had never realised before.
'Is that the building?' he asked pointing to the building. It was by far the tallest on the street and in the glass windows and it's blue colour was nothing you would usually find in a wizard town.
When they entered the building Draco was astonished at the way it was set up. He had never seen anything like it. Everything was painted in blue; Dark blue, light blue, very dark blue. In all the closets there were clothes of all colours and there was even a menu at the pole by the door giving everything sold in the shop. Draco looked at the end of it; 589- Orange robe with red buttons and a yellow ribbon by the neck-made in Taiwan by Izabella Costaricha.
'Wow look at this robe!' Vincent called from a closet not too far away. 'Have you ever seen anything like it?' Draco followed his voice and found him at a section saying Night Club Outfits. Vincent was holding up a green outfit with no arms and patterns of yellow stars all over. It did look very nice.
'May I help you?' Draco turned around. He looked up at a boy of around twenty-two years old with dark hair and a face he recognised very well.
'Marcus Flint!' he said happily shaking the boy's hand. Flint had been in Slytherin house while at school, and Slytherin's old Quidditch captain before Rontell. Draco knew him very well.
'Malfoy, how are you?' he asked. 'I haven't seen you for ages. And Crabbe and Goyle! Have you two lost weight?' Vincent and Greg nodded happily.
'What are you doing here?' Draco asked after all the greetings.
'Well I own this store... or as a matter of fact, my wife does,' he said.
'You are married?' Draco asked surprised.
'Yes, since one year back,' Flint replied. 'I met her while I was looking for a job in New York,'
'Well what's her name then?' Draco asked eagerly with Greg and Vincent filling in.
'Her name is Stephania Flint,' Flint said proudly making the "Flint" extra long. . 'You have probably heard of her before with her old name, Stephania Smith. She is a very famous fashion designer,'
'I have heard of her!' Greg suddenly said. 'But she's a Muggle! I am sure we are not talking of the same person,' Flint put on a look Draco remembered very well. He always put it on before saying 'Who cares,'.
'Who cares,' Flint said. 'She is very pretty you know. And excellent at making food,' Draco eyed Flint. Yes, he had gone up in weight. He was not the fit person he had used to be.
'So you dumped your could-have-been future Quidditch career?' Draco asked surprised.
'Yes, but for something better,' Flint said. 'Stephania! Could you come please?' he called. After a few seconds a very pretty lady came out. She could have been around thirty-five and her blonde hair was flowing behind her. She was wearing a Muggle-outfit of a material called jeans and a light blue shirt. 'Stephania, meet Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. They used to go to school with me,' Flint said and Stephania shook hands with all of them.
'I am very pleased to meet you,' she said and smiled a very sweet smile that made Draco's knees shake a little. He had never met a Muggle that was pretty before. Or not what he had realised. Draco returned a smile.
'Look what we own together now!' Flint said looking around the building. Draco now understood why it had looked so different. It was Muggle-made! 'Each day about a million US Dollars roll in and now we are giving two thirds of it to Children of the World.
'Yes, it was my very sweet husband's idea to use it for something good,' Stephania said grabbing Flint's cheek's and squeezing them. 'Isn't he sweet?'
'Yes, very,' Draco said feeling a bit jealous and a bit astonished. How could Flint have changed so much? He had always talked bad of Muggles in the olden days, and now... now he was married to one and had made a Muggle industry available in the Wizarding World. Where was the World going too?
'Vincent, Draco, look at these pants!' Greg called and Draco spotted him holding up a pair of very similar plants to what Flint's wife was wearing. 'Aren't they awesome?' Draco nodded thinking.
'All right, Draco is looking for a new robe. It is supposed to be blue and for partying,' Vincent said getting to business. Draco was thankful because he didn't dare listen to what more a Muggle had done to Flint.
'Oh, we just got in a new one last week!' Stephania said clapping her hands together. She led them towards another cabinet at the other end of the room. She searched through the outfits and pulled out a baby blue robe made out of silk. 'Now I am not an expert on what wizard's like to wear, but in my opinion, this would really match and bring out the colour of your eyes,' she said handing it to Draco.
'No it doesn't,' Draco muttered under his breath but took the robe.
'The changing rooms are over there,' Stephania said pointing towards a room with yellow curtains.
Draco marched over there and changed. He looked into the mirror and was astonished to see the change in himself. He looked some how... less dangerous. He didn't know how but it kind of made him seem lighter and it kind of made a person smile when you saw it. But in a good way. Draco felt like he was an angel swaying away over a mass of clouds waving at the people back down on Earth.
'Draco? Are you done?' Draco was awoken from his dream. And he heard a knock on the door. 'I would like to try on the jeans, so could you please hurry up?' Greg's voice said. Draco opened the door and stepped out. Greg, Flint and Stephania gasped.
'You look different,' Greg in an awkward voice. 'Almost.' he cut his sentence short.
'Almost what?' Draco asked curiously.
'Well, you.'
'Look at me!' Vincent came out from the other changing room. Everyone's attention turned to him. He was wearing the green outfit he had found earlier and it did fit him well. It kind of made him look thinner.
'Draco, wow you have changed!' he said seeing Draco. 'I really like it,'
'Yes, it was made by a very famous witch called Colette Grayville,' Flint said. 'It was actually a real coincidence that I found it. It was hidden at the very back of her shop and I fell in love with it immediately,'
'How much does it cost?' Draco asked watching himself in the mirror. He somehow felt happier than he had done all his life.
'Well, I am afraid it is quite expensive,' Stephania said. 'In US Dollars it costs about 75. I don't know how much it is in Wizard money...'
'I will give you an extra price of just one Galleon!' Flint interrupted. 'You are supposed to help out old friends, now aren't you?'
'Marcus, you are too nice! The silk was very expensive,' Stephania said.
'Well, I think that it was worth one Galleon still. It is worth more than it sounds,'
'Can we start by having a Butterbeer?' Greg asked as they walked down the cold street of Hogsmeade. 'I haven't had one of those for ages,'
'No. We will start with getting my robe, Greg,' Draco said annoyed. He had been annoyed with Greg ever since he had tried out as chaser and Henry had said he had a "pure talent". So now he was on top of the reserve list for the next game.
'There is supposed to be a new shop opened selling the modern robes directly from New York Wizard Fashion Industries,' Vincent said. 'Somewhere by the Shrieking Shack. We could try there,'
'Ok,' Draco said and they walked in the direction of the Shrieking Shack. Surprisingly a new blue building was standing at the very end of the road Draco had never realised before.
'Is that the building?' he asked pointing to the building. It was by far the tallest on the street and in the glass windows and it's blue colour was nothing you would usually find in a wizard town.
When they entered the building Draco was astonished at the way it was set up. He had never seen anything like it. Everything was painted in blue; Dark blue, light blue, very dark blue. In all the closets there were clothes of all colours and there was even a menu at the pole by the door giving everything sold in the shop. Draco looked at the end of it; 589- Orange robe with red buttons and a yellow ribbon by the neck-made in Taiwan by Izabella Costaricha.
'Wow look at this robe!' Vincent called from a closet not too far away. 'Have you ever seen anything like it?' Draco followed his voice and found him at a section saying Night Club Outfits. Vincent was holding up a green outfit with no arms and patterns of yellow stars all over. It did look very nice.
'May I help you?' Draco turned around. He looked up at a boy of around twenty-two years old with dark hair and a face he recognised very well.
'Marcus Flint!' he said happily shaking the boy's hand. Flint had been in Slytherin house while at school, and Slytherin's old Quidditch captain before Rontell. Draco knew him very well.
'Malfoy, how are you?' he asked. 'I haven't seen you for ages. And Crabbe and Goyle! Have you two lost weight?' Vincent and Greg nodded happily.
'What are you doing here?' Draco asked after all the greetings.
'Well I own this store... or as a matter of fact, my wife does,' he said.
'You are married?' Draco asked surprised.
'Yes, since one year back,' Flint replied. 'I met her while I was looking for a job in New York,'
'Well what's her name then?' Draco asked eagerly with Greg and Vincent filling in.
'Her name is Stephania Flint,' Flint said proudly making the "Flint" extra long. . 'You have probably heard of her before with her old name, Stephania Smith. She is a very famous fashion designer,'
'I have heard of her!' Greg suddenly said. 'But she's a Muggle! I am sure we are not talking of the same person,' Flint put on a look Draco remembered very well. He always put it on before saying 'Who cares,'.
'Who cares,' Flint said. 'She is very pretty you know. And excellent at making food,' Draco eyed Flint. Yes, he had gone up in weight. He was not the fit person he had used to be.
'So you dumped your could-have-been future Quidditch career?' Draco asked surprised.
'Yes, but for something better,' Flint said. 'Stephania! Could you come please?' he called. After a few seconds a very pretty lady came out. She could have been around thirty-five and her blonde hair was flowing behind her. She was wearing a Muggle-outfit of a material called jeans and a light blue shirt. 'Stephania, meet Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. They used to go to school with me,' Flint said and Stephania shook hands with all of them.
'I am very pleased to meet you,' she said and smiled a very sweet smile that made Draco's knees shake a little. He had never met a Muggle that was pretty before. Or not what he had realised. Draco returned a smile.
'Look what we own together now!' Flint said looking around the building. Draco now understood why it had looked so different. It was Muggle-made! 'Each day about a million US Dollars roll in and now we are giving two thirds of it to Children of the World.
'Yes, it was my very sweet husband's idea to use it for something good,' Stephania said grabbing Flint's cheek's and squeezing them. 'Isn't he sweet?'
'Yes, very,' Draco said feeling a bit jealous and a bit astonished. How could Flint have changed so much? He had always talked bad of Muggles in the olden days, and now... now he was married to one and had made a Muggle industry available in the Wizarding World. Where was the World going too?
'Vincent, Draco, look at these pants!' Greg called and Draco spotted him holding up a pair of very similar plants to what Flint's wife was wearing. 'Aren't they awesome?' Draco nodded thinking.
'All right, Draco is looking for a new robe. It is supposed to be blue and for partying,' Vincent said getting to business. Draco was thankful because he didn't dare listen to what more a Muggle had done to Flint.
'Oh, we just got in a new one last week!' Stephania said clapping her hands together. She led them towards another cabinet at the other end of the room. She searched through the outfits and pulled out a baby blue robe made out of silk. 'Now I am not an expert on what wizard's like to wear, but in my opinion, this would really match and bring out the colour of your eyes,' she said handing it to Draco.
'No it doesn't,' Draco muttered under his breath but took the robe.
'The changing rooms are over there,' Stephania said pointing towards a room with yellow curtains.
Draco marched over there and changed. He looked into the mirror and was astonished to see the change in himself. He looked some how... less dangerous. He didn't know how but it kind of made him seem lighter and it kind of made a person smile when you saw it. But in a good way. Draco felt like he was an angel swaying away over a mass of clouds waving at the people back down on Earth.
'Draco? Are you done?' Draco was awoken from his dream. And he heard a knock on the door. 'I would like to try on the jeans, so could you please hurry up?' Greg's voice said. Draco opened the door and stepped out. Greg, Flint and Stephania gasped.
'You look different,' Greg in an awkward voice. 'Almost.' he cut his sentence short.
'Almost what?' Draco asked curiously.
'Well, you.'
'Look at me!' Vincent came out from the other changing room. Everyone's attention turned to him. He was wearing the green outfit he had found earlier and it did fit him well. It kind of made him look thinner.
'Draco, wow you have changed!' he said seeing Draco. 'I really like it,'
'Yes, it was made by a very famous witch called Colette Grayville,' Flint said. 'It was actually a real coincidence that I found it. It was hidden at the very back of her shop and I fell in love with it immediately,'
'How much does it cost?' Draco asked watching himself in the mirror. He somehow felt happier than he had done all his life.
'Well, I am afraid it is quite expensive,' Stephania said. 'In US Dollars it costs about 75. I don't know how much it is in Wizard money...'
'I will give you an extra price of just one Galleon!' Flint interrupted. 'You are supposed to help out old friends, now aren't you?'
'Marcus, you are too nice! The silk was very expensive,' Stephania said.
'Well, I think that it was worth one Galleon still. It is worth more than it sounds,'