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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2018 17:29:30 GMT
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A few miles from Hogwarts, in the little town of Hogsmeade, a soft summer breeze lifted the hem of the skirt of a young woman. Alecto Carrow casually put her hands down to keep the hem from rising too high. Because of the pestering heath, the burst of wind was welcomed as she held her head just a tad bit higher to feel the warmth of the sun upon her pale face. Summer was fully blowing through England, the cold and wet climate had changed so much over the last few weeks that every plant was in now in full bloom. Even though a lot of people complained that a draught would be upon them soon, Alecto could not help but smile. She had always loved the change of seasons, whether it was winter or spring. It made her feel giddy, ready for the next unknown mystery that might cross her path.
Today however would be quite uneventful. She needed to make a quick stop at Galdrag’s Wizardwear for the upcoming party her parents were throwing her this weekend. Now, Alecto liked shopping a heck of a lot, but when her parents pestered her to get a new dress for her ‘welcome home’ party, she always got a little crabby. No doubt Pandora Carrow was already busy with screaming at the staff, making sure they placed every trinket and decoration in the right place. Michael on the other hand would probably go over the guestlist, going over every eligible bachelor that would come. It was no secret that he wanted Alecto,to be out of the house with a wealthy pureblooded wizard as soon as possible. Preferably with one who had the same interest as her father.
It was not that Alecto didn’t want to find a wealthy man, or that she wanted to stay at her parents mansion. She just didn’t look forward to being betrothed to an old, rich wizard who would only look at her as his trophy wife. She was spirited, wanted to stand up for what she believed in and most of all, she wanted to be heard and be seen as an equal by her future husband. Unfortunaly for her, she knew that would probably never happen. Totally lost in thought, she turned the corner to head into Galdrag’s, not noticing she was almost crashing into someone.
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Post by Tersha Alara Knight on Jul 15, 2018 10:43:12 GMT
  Save me, maybe The sun shone on, well, the majority of Tersha's skin as she walked through the village of Hogsmeade with her head held high, a bright smile on her beautiful face. She adored the summer more than anything, and not even because it was an excuse to flash as much fabulous flesh as possible, but just because everyone was happy and in good spirits, and people were out and about more enjoying themselves. It was the feel good season, and boy did Tersha feel good today. Her dress was barely there, but it kept her cool and accentuated every curve on her well groomed body. She knew she looked a million galleons, and so did everyone who passed her in the street. She always made an effort, even just to get milk from the local shops. You never knew who you would bump into. Husband number two could be in that shop, also buying milk, and he could take one look at you in your cute floral number, with your best assets on show, and fall head over heels in love with you. It was always worth looking your best. She flipped her freshly straightened hair behind her shoulder as she walked, Gladrags being her destination for now. She needed new summer clothes. She already had a huge walk in wardrobe at home that was full of spectacular items, and then a few small wardrobes in the spare rooms that were bursting, too. Then there were the trunks in the attic. But there was always room for more, and she wanted to feel fresh when she went to Italy for the weekend. She wanted to be in all new outfits, and money was no object. If she didn't walk out of Gladrags today with at least four bags full of lovely things, she would be disappointed, but then that would just be an excuse to go shopping again tomorrow. An appealing thought, but she'd rather get her nails done and have a pamper day instead. She had two weeks off of work which she'd had to fight for, but given that she was an indispensable member of the team, and she had given her boss an earful of abuse about working her into the ground - she had two columns. Two! - she had managed to get the two best weeks of summer off, and was spending her days as leisurely as possible. She reached the front of Gladrags and stretched out a hand to open the door, only to be slammed into from someone coming around the corner. "Excuse you!" she declared in cry of outrage, glaring at the young girl who clearly needed glasses to help her see where she was going. _______________________ tag: @aprildraconis notes: Hiiii! <3 outfit: Summer flowers![googlefont="Homemade Apple"] |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2018 17:38:11 GMT
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A cry of outrage made Alecto furrow her brows at the woman who was standing in front of her with her hand almost at the door. Normally 'Lecto would have apologized for being so clumsy, yet the glare the woman was sending her made a spark of temper rise within her. Her eyes darted up and down to the little dress the brunette was wearing. Although the woman was beautiful to say the least, there was something Alecto didn’t like about her. She stuck her nose in the air and reached for the handle of the door, opening it with one last glance behind her. “That dress is so last year, did you know? Not to mention that you’re a bit too old to still be wearing things like that. Unless you’re trying to look like a cougar, I’d suggest you buy something that better suits your body... and your age.”, Alecto answered with a smug smile before stepping into the store, letting the door almost fall into the woman’s face.
The doorbell of the store rang and the cool air hit her face. After such a warm walk in the streets of Hogsmeade the breeze was a salvation onto her skin. Not giving the woman she’d just met another thought Alecto started to browse through the racks of clothing, remembering one of last times she was out at Galdrag’s Wizardwear for a party outfit. The outfit had been spectacular, the evening… Not so much. What should have gone down as one of the most memorable nights of her life, had burned down every bridge there was between her and her father. The party he was now throwing in her favor, was not going to change anything in that matter. In his eyes it was obligatory. He’d thrown the same party for Ames when he had graduated from Hogwarts. And, knowing her father he was already planning some extracurricular social meetings with his “friends”. Anyhow, whatever she did or didn’t do, it would never be enough for Michael Carrow.
After browsing a few more racks, she found the perfect dress: a sleeveless tight fitting black dress that cut low in the front and back. Classic, but timeless. Her father would probably object because it was too revealing, but Alecto had stopped pleasing him a long time ago. She stepped into the fitting room and tried it on, coming back out again to look at her reflection in one of the mirrors.
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Post by Tersha Alara Knight on Jul 15, 2018 18:13:45 GMT
Save me, maybe Tersha's teeth gritted, eyes narrowing at the young girl as she spouted off a load of sass before sauntering into the shop first. Tersha stared after her as the door practically slammed in her face. Could the brat have been any more rude!? First slamming into her in the street, then running her mouth off and charging into the shop ahead of Tersha, who, for the record, was still young, thank you very much. Little witch. Muttering to herself, she pulled the door open so hard it might have flew off it's hinges if she'd had a few more muscles. As it was, the bell above the door went wild from the sudden harsh motion, and Tersha glared furiously at the girl who was now browsing the racks. Purposely avoiding the brat, she went down an aisle on the opposite side of the shop, telling herself that causing a scene in Gladrags wouldn't get her anywhere other than kicked out of the shop, and wouldn't the little cow love that. She flipped through a rail of skirts, yanking out random ones without really looking too closely at them, and draping them over her arm to try on. A short while later, she had managed to add some nice tops and a few lovely dresses to the mix, and headed to the changing rooms to try them all on. Her dark gaze fell upon the brat looking at herself in a mirror next to one of the changing rooms, and Tersha sneered, looking her up and down. The dress was gorgeous, absolutely stunning, but Tersha wouldn't be telling her that any time soon. "Oh, sweetie," she said in a condescending voice, stepping up behind the girl so that she could see Tersha in the mirror behind her. "That's from the adult section. You're what, twelve?" she tilted her head with a pitying look. "You just don't have the curves to pull something like that off, kiddo. You should have brought your mother with you to help." She really should have, because most mothers seeing their young daughter in a dress that tight and revealing would have a heart attack and ground them for being a little slut. Tersha herself had been a little slut, so to speak, but she hadn't had a mother that cared what her daughter was up to, so she got away with it. _______________________ tag: @aprildraconis notes: <3 outfit: Summer flowers![googlefont="Homemade Apple"] |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2018 19:05:04 GMT
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Looking into the mirror, Alecto noticed the eyes of the female she’d met earlier were upon her. Her eyes went up and down her body and Alecto pursed her lips tightly together. Apparently this woman didn’t give up easily. She had to admire her for that. Most people would just leave Alecto be, knowing perfectly well who she was, and what her family was capable of. Perhaps this one just hadn’t gotten the memo. On the other hand, it was quite refreshing to see that this woman wasn’t so easily pushed back. In fact, Alecto, being as spirited as she was, actually liked the challenge the woman posed. The young girl turned around, hands on her hips and the train of her dress falling loosely behind her. “I might have a few less curves than you, but at least my tits are still perky. Alecto slowly, but deliberately walked over to her, studying the tops the woman held in her hand. “I’d suggest finding a better bra to wear under those. With boobs like yours those tops will look like you’ve got a bag over your body. It’s a shame you aged so soon. I bet you looked marvelous when you were younger. What age are you now anyway? Thirty-six?.
The comment about her mother hit her quite hard, though Alecto did not show it. A few years ago her mother had been here with her. Together they’d chosen out her dress, and her father had really liked it -before it had goten all torn up by a boy who’d broken her heart. Since then, even her mother had taken her distance from Alecto. Pandora always supported her husband, even when he was wrong, even when he didn’t see that Alecto herself had been a victim in the false words of her lover. But that was water under the bridge. Alecto cleared her throat and looked down at the dress she was now wearing. If her mother had been here, she would have never approved of the dress. But since the last party, Alecto didn’t need anyone’s approval. She’d make her own world and her own happiness. She looked into the mirror again, a smug smile crossing her lips “It’s a nice dress, but there’s something missing, though. , with a swift movement she went straight to the little negligees a few rows back, taking a five lace thongs before stepping back to the fitting room. “Too bad your curves are a bit too voluptuous to fit into these." , she grinned while the underwear dangled from one of her fingertips. Her green eyes rolled over the woman’s body, waiting a few moments before adding: “You might want to skip the desserts next time you go out for dinner. You know what they say: 'a moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips.' ”
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