daisy hookum.

Daisy Hookum | Eighteen | Hufflepuff | Shop Assistant for Madam Malkin | Neutral   Attitude is a choice. Happiness is a choice. Optimism is a choice. Kindness is a choice. Giving is a choice. Respect is a choice. Whatever choice you make makes you. Choose wisely.  

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James looked down at his shirt, honestly surprised that there had been blood on it. “You know, I honestly hadn’t noticed that. I knew there were some marks on my face, but I honestly wasn’t that concerned with my shirt.” He shrugged, having not paid much attention to it. “Nah, I’m not that worried about it. I’m sure I’ll be able to get it out later, and if not, well then I’ll just have to get a new shirt. Thank you though, appreciate the help!” 

She was a little surprised that he seemed to have so little worry over the blood on his clothes. If it were Daisy in his situation, she would have been much more concerned over that than any cuts on her body, however her clothes meant everything to her. Smiling slightly, she nodded. "Tergeo is a good charm that should help, and if not then they sell potions at the Apothecary to clean clothes. It really is a lovely shirt, I'd hate to see it ruined forever."

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Peter would say ‘uncomfortable’ was something of a default setting that really couldn’t be changed. Try as he might he was forever destined to be a person always at odds with his environment. Still this woman was doing her best to be nice to him, the least he could do was try and respond in kind, “U-uh, yes I did.” he nodded slightly, “We’re friends.” James was one of the few people who seemed willing to put up with him. “I-I do a little, you were a-above me in school, i-in Hufflepuff.” He was surprisingly good at remembering things. He nodded at her words and swallowed before responding, “I-It’s nice to meet you, umm, properly.” he added like she did, licking his lips and looking down again.

There was something very awkward about having a person measure you, he had no idea what to do with himself; did he stand tall, try and take a pose or what? He settled for just remaining as he was and letting Daisy work. “I-I umm, I usually just t-turned up to things.” he said with a small shrug. Which was a bit of a lie; just because he was very nervous didn’t mean he didn’t have any ideas himself, some had been pretty good.  

It was a little surprising to Daisy that Peter had remembered her at all. Anybody that didn't know her usually said she was quite forgettable. It was always nice to know at least someone remembered her, even if it was just small details. "I'm honestly surprised you remember me at all, I was a little quiet and kept to myself when I wasn't around my friends." Daisy smiled, taking her time while measuring him to make sure she was accurate, and to give her time to chat with him.

She placed a hand on his shoulder and the other on his back, straightening him out a little. "Just need you to stand a little straighter, I know it's a little awkward to be measured." Most people got uncomfortable while getting measured and hunched themselves over a little, but it made it difficult to get accurate numbers. Daisy giggled again, "So you're telling me your friends were the ones causing trouble and you were just there? I have a hard time believing that. You must have had some sort of hand in it." She wasn't trying to accuse him, it just seemed like him and his friends had all their heads together at all times, there was no way he didn't come up with some of their little pranks. "I was always such a goody-two-shoes I never even drempt of getting in trouble. I wouldn't have known where to start." Though sometimes she wondered what it would have been like to be a little more reckless, it seemed to be more of a Gryffindor trait that she didn't possess.

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As Dolores opened to doors to Madam Malkins, she smiled, crossing the task immediately of her to-do list. It was one of the last things to get done, but at the same time, just as important as the rest. Browsing through the masses of cloth, Dolores already saw that so far this wasn’t anything in her liking. “Excuse me.” It was a demand rather than a question. “Do you have anything different than… This?” She refused to even touch the dark brow rode, pointing at it instead. She didn’t want to risk anything getting on her fingers. “I’m looking for something… Different, something more me.” 

Daisy watched as a woman dressed in head-to-toe pink entered the shop and sent her the sweetest customer service smile she could muster. It was always so refreshing to see a witch dressed in such lovely, bright clothing, compared to the darker jewel tones everyone seemed to be wanting these days. Although it almost felt like the other witch hadn't even noticed her, as she just continued to walk through the store without so much as a glance in Daisy's direction. Shrugging slightly, she went back to the task she was working on, before a shrill, yet sweet voice demanded her attention. "Something of more colour?" Daisy asked, a grin on her face, "You know, I really love colour, but Madam Malkin always insists on keeping the boring robes on display." Using her wand, Daisy summoned a rack of clothing from the back of the store, "There might be something here you might like, and of course if nothing is suitable we're more than happy to make something custom for you."

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“Bowtruckles!” Pandora screamed in delight. She always wanted one but Opal was a very particular cat and did not seem to care for them all that much. She also completely ignored the question for a moment. “Oh yes I live here. It’s a Rook.” She smiled brightly. “Well thank you, I do so love my little garden and farm. Would you like to come in and see some more of it. We have plants from all over the world and animals. I have a cat who occasionally floats but she’s so sweet.” Pandora opened the gate and beckened the girl inside. “Welcome, welcome, I hope you enjoy your time, as well as you dear Bowtuckles.”

She was slightly taken aback at how excited the woman got over her Bowtruckles, but it was quite adorable nonetheless. "You have a lovely home," Daisy started, but hesitated at the invitation to enter. She had been told not to trust strangers, but this woman seemed harmless, so Daisy simply shrugged and said, "Thanks, I'd love to come explore." Reaching to her shoulders, she gently brought her Bowtruckles down to meet the woman, they tended to have good intuition and Daisy would trust their thoughts on her. "This is Peanutbutter and Jelly, they're usually quite shy, but if you're a good person they tend to warm up to you quickly." She giggled, as she stepped through the fence in to the garden.

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It had been a long day of training. Gideon didn’t mind it usually, at least not at the time. It was only later that the aches settled in his bones and he began to notice all the new bruises that seemed to show up on his skin every day. Still, despite the tiredness, he did enjoy it. He had made his way to Leaky Couldron because he didn’t want to return to his apartment just yet and was in dire need of a drink. He was on his second drink of the night when someone sat down next to him and he took knocked his shot back before turning to them with a small grin, “Fancy a drink?”

Daisy didn't indulge in alcohol very often, but there was just something in the air tonight. Sure, there was an unsolved case of the murder of their previous minister, and of course the entire community was still at war, but Daisy felt good. She locked up shop and skipped up Diagon Alley to the Leaky Cauldron, pausing a moment to fix her hair before entering. She plopped herself down in a seat, not even noticing who was in it before they spoke. Daisy turned her head, a smile spreading across her lips as she realized who was speaking to her. "Well, I'm not going to say no to you, Gideon." She giggled, "Just something light, I'm not looking to get hammered."

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The day was going by so slowly. Daisy was almost ready to burst from boredom watching the hands on the clock tick by at a rate that didn't feel fast enough. Madam Malkin had asked her to come in to watch the front of the store while she worked on special request items, but a customer hadn't entered the store all morning. She had cleaned and stocked everything in the store over and over again, but time seemed to be standing still. Finally fed up with watching the time, Daisy settled down at the counter and began to read The Philosophy of the Mundane: Why the Muggles Prefer Not to Know as a way to pass the time.

It seemed to work, because before she knew it Madam Malkin was shooing her out for her lunch break. Daisy almost squealed in excitement as she remembered her plans with Regulus, and practically ran down the cobblestone alley to meet up with him at The Leaky Cauldron. Although their friendship might seem strange to someone else, they had been friends since they were young, there was just always something about Regulus that Daisy found interesting. She sort of forced a friendship upon him when they were kids and they had grown together as friends ever since. Finally reaching the familiar old pub, Daisy settled down in one of the seats and awaited her friends arrival.

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Peter was just used to baggy robes. They’d been practical in school since he’d been growing and his parents didn’t have spare money to go throwing on multiple sets for just one year so for a few of his growth spurt years he’d arrived in robes too big and left in robes too small, odds were they’d fit him at some point throughout the year… Still, he had a job now, his own money and he didn’t want his boss thinking he intentionally came to work messy… Everyone was so tense right now that they were snapping over the smallest things. “O-Okay.” he nodded slightly, “T-then I guess we’ll just do that.”

He, somewhat woodenly, walked over to the large mirror and kept his gaze down to avoid looking at his own reflection, it was hardly an amazing sight, though he spoke up again at her words to say “Thank you,” and added, “N-no, I’m not in any hurry.” He’d only be going back to his empty little apartment, eating a rubbish tea since he had nothing in and was likely too pent up shop and then sleeping as a rat under his bed. When she said his name he looked over, a little surprised and nodded after a moment, “Y-yes, I’m Peter. Peter Pettigrew.” Despite the popularity of his friends, Sirius and James in particular, he was often overlooked and really he couldn’t say he minded that.    

Daisy noticed how horribly uncomfortable he seemed to be, and tried her best to be warm and welcoming. Not that she wouldn't do that for every customer, anyway, just some people needed a little extra kindness to open them up. "Right, Peter. You hung around with... James? Right?" James and his group of friends were well known throughout Hogwarts, everyone seemed to know who they were, even if they'd never interacted. Daisy had a couple of classes with them, and she got to know Remus quite well, but never really had a chance to speak to the others. "It's nice to formally meet you," She giggled, "I'm Daisy. Wouldn't surprise me if you don't remember me, though."

She walked to the back of him and began to measure him, starting at his shoulders. "Been doing anything exciting since school?" She questioned, trying to make small talk. Daisy had been told her first day to never leave an awkward silence with a customer, it wasn't good for business. "With the friends you had, I'm sure you're just wreaking havoc all over the place now that you're not confined to Hogwarts."

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(   BELLA   nodded   and   decided   to    immerse   herself   within   the    clothing    racks   .   she    had   the   tendency   of   wearing   thinner  clothing   so   her  outerwear   had   to   be  much   on   the   thicker   side    .    “    I   prefer   a   darker    tone   of   color   especially    since   it’s   winter   .  ”    )

Daisy nodded, helping the woman look through the clothing hung on the rack. She glanced over to see what she was currently wearing, seemed to be quite plain, nothing flashy, and pulled out a few nice looking robes in various dark colours. "This red one is quite pretty, and would go very nicely with your dark hair. We also have some navy blue and dark green. Black is an option as well, but it's a little boring in my own opinion." She offered a smile, holding up a few different options for her to pick from.

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He wasn’t sure if the laugh was a good thing or a bad thing… He’d been laughed at quite often in Hogwarts and more often than not it was meant for meanness but this seemed more endearing than that. “T-that’s good.” he said with a small nod, hopefully that meant he wouldn’t take up much of the woman’s, Daisy’s, time and could let her get back to business as soon as possible. He hated being a bother.

“O-oh,” he looked at the robes, they were all but exactly like his school ones but minus any crest or coloured lining, they’d be perfect, the sort of thing no one would look twice at. “T-these are fine, thank you.” he said, gesturing at the nearest ones. “If you umm, if you want to measure me I don’t mind.” He usually preferred having robes a little too big but some tailored ones could be useful for some of the the more formal meetings he’d need to attend.    

If she remembered correctly, Peter always had robes that were slightly too big for him, and she figured measuring him wouldn't be a bad idea. Some people didn't realize that having a perfectly tailored set of robes really did a lot for their confidence, and Daisy loved helping people realize just how good they look in a new set of robes. Jumping down from her stool, Daisy picked up a measuring tape and smiled at him, "Taking your measurements is probably a good idea. Lots of people tend to think they know their size but end up buying too big. Perfectly fitting robes is something everybody needs in their wardrobe."

Daisy walked across the store and gestured towards a full-length mirror, "I'll just get you to stand in front of the mirror here, it'll be exactly like when you got measured for school. I'll need to measure your height, waist, arms. Everything, really. But it shouldn't take long, if you're in a hurry." The measuring process was one of Daisy's favourite parts of interacting with customers, it gave her a chance to get to know them a little bit, and she really loved getting to know people she went to school with. "You're Peter, right? You're terribly familiar, but sometimes I'm bad at remembering names of people I didn't really get a chance to know."

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The thought of war was very far off from her secret garden and she rather liked it that way. Death and destruction, the anger that clouded the air only suffocated her and at  least here she could breathe. Many people would say that Pandora was naive, ignoring the war when it loomed closer but living in a rose tinted world where she could protect her friends with cabbages and a cup of tea, it was a far better world. Pandora loved visitors, she loved making them feel welcomed with a warm cup of tea and some sponge cake that she always had. “So what brings you over to my humble abode. Can’t just be for a quick visit. You haven’t visited for ages and one usually doesn’t show up unannounced, not that I mind. I love it.” Her fingers tapped against the wooden gate, waiting for a response.

With all of the craziness happening in the world, Daisy just wanted to escape. A few weeks back, while out for a walk, she had stumbled upon a crazy looking garden, with so many different types of flowers and plants growing, many she wasn't even able to name. She found herself wandering around within the garden for hours, unsure whether or not she was even allowed to be there. Daisy tried to forget about it, the risk of getting in trouble was enough to keep her away for awhile, but it was so breathtaking she found herself absentmindedly walking back to the garden. With her Bowtruckles on her shoulders, the redhead approached the fence, but was taken aback by a woman asking her why she was there. "Oh, I'm sorry. Do you live here?" Daisy asked, her eyes wandering behind the woman, "I just think your garden is beautiful, I wanted to show my Bowtruckles."

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James laughed and waved his hand as if waving off their worry. “This? Don’t worry about it. Just some Auror training gone right for me.” He joked, laughing a bit as he spoke about the small cut and bruise on his face. “You should see the other guy. Definitely didn’t go as well for him.” 

"So you're aware of that, that's good." Daisy started as she looked the boy over, "But are you aware of the blood on your shirt?" She wasn't entirely sure if it was his own blood or the blood of whoever he had gotten in to a fight with, but she couldn't help but to worry about the potential stain that it would leave. "Blood is easy enough to get out if you move quickly, and that's really quite a lovely shirt. I've got something down at the shop to get rid of that, if you'd like?"

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If there was anything more dangerous about Amycus Carrow than encountering him (or his twin) in a foul temper, it was encountering him while he was bored. A bored Amycus was prone to impulsivity, and that rarely spelt good things for others. The few people he passed on the streets seemed aware enough of this, keeping their distance from the Carrow heir and his tiger as they meandered through Diagon Alley, a few shopkeepers going so far as to turn their signs to closed, which earned a few laughs and not much further consideration. No matter how bored, he was always in the mood to spend daddy’s money, though, and if they didn’t want it in excess, that was their problem. Of course, this changed entirely when he entered a Madam Malkin’s and was greeted with what almost sounded like cheerfulness.

“That depends on how you feel about tigers, I suppose,” he answered with a smirk, “seeing as I’ve brought mine in.” He couldn’t say, what, exactly, was his reasoning behind a statement of that sort, vaguely threatening no matter how you spun it, but the girl’s smile was endearing enough, and he found himself chuckling, waving away any malice his opening might have held. “I’m not sure what I’m looking for exactly,” he informed her, shrugging. “Suppose I’ll be needing something for the memorial they’ll inevitably throw together, hm? Maybe you can sort me out. Any ideas?”

It took a couple of seconds for his words to really click in her head. A tiger? Daisy lifted herself from her stool and leaned over the counter to see if he was just telling a joke, but there stood a fully grown Bengal tiger at the mans feet. It was slightly shocking, but clearly the tiger was trained enough to follow the man around and not cause any sort of disturbance, that Daisy didn't really mind the fact that he brought a dangerous animal in to the shop. "What a cutie," Daisy giggled, her eyes still on the tiger as she walked around the counter, "Am I allowed to pet him?" She asked, glancing back up to the man with a more genuine smile on her face than when he walked in.

"As for robes," Daisy started, "Madam Malkin heard the news and threw together a rack of 'funeral-appropriate' robes, which really translates to boring black." She pulled her wand out of her boot and summoned a rack of clothing to the front of the store, "Some of them are nice and have embellishments on them, but if you can't find anything you like we do have a plethora of fabric and I'm able to whip up whatever you'd like. Of course that is a bit more pricey than anything pre-made." Though the man looked as though money wasn't much of an issue, and she was sure buying a tiger wasn't cheap. "Y'know, I've always wanted a cat this size," She giggled, her eyes going back to the tiger, "I asked mum to cast a spell on our family cat when I was young to make her the size of a tiger. Of course she said no, but I always wondered what it would be like to cuddle a kitten the size of a tiger."

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Peter didn’t usually pay much attention to the robes he wore, as a matter of fact his clothes were the same one’s he’d worn since leaving Hogwarts two years ago. They didn’t fit as well as they used to though, and considering he had a grown up job he might as well look the part… Plus, the journey to Diagon Alley, frightening as it was, served as a way to distract him from the fire straight of things in the Wizarding World at the moment. The death of the Minister had shook his workplace to its core and honestly he wasn’t sure how he’d manage to face the place when he went back… save for hiding in his little cubby and getting on with his work.

Stepping into the robes shop he gently closed the door and blinked over at the woman there; he recognised her from school… Daisy? “Umm, hi there,” he half-heartedly raised a hand, “I umm, I need some new robes for uhr… for work.” he stumbled out, “Just umm, just boring black ones.” Boring… easy to blend in and missed… Wasn’t that him all over? Really he didn’t deserve much better.

The boy entering the shop had a very familiar feeling to him, perhaps it was someone Daisy had remembered from Hogwarts? As he turned to face her, something within her mind clicked, she definitely remembered him. One of the boys that hung around with James Potter, but Daisy didn't know any of them too well and his name slipped her mind, perhaps... Peter? Either way, he was here for new robes and not to make friends, she was sure, and didn't let her customer service facade waver.

"Well, you've come to the right place, boring black robes are our specialty." Daisy giggled, summoning a rack of clothing to the front of the store. Of course they made all sorts of different robes, but they were definitely known as the place students come to get their school robes, so they never had  a shortage of just regular black robes. "Take a look, there's loads of sizes in there, but if you're not sure of your size we can measure you to find the perfect fit."

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(   BELLA   wrapped   her   cloak   around   tighter   to   protect   her   from    the   winter  winds  .   she   was   in   the   need   for    more     thicker    cloaks   .   she   walked   into  one    of   favorite   places   to   go    get    fitted    the    bells   filled   the   air   announcing   her   presence    .    giving    the   worker    a    smile   ,   “   I    am   in   need   of   more   winter  attire   .   anything   with   more    thicker   material   ?   “    she    said    running   her   hands   against   some   of   the   clothing   on   display   .   )

Daisy nodded, gesturing towards the clothing the woman was already looking at, "Everything at the front of the store is most suitable for the season. If you aren't able to find anything you like, we're always more than happy to make something custom for you! It takes about fourty-five minutes, but is a little more pricey than anything on the racks." She jumped down from the stool behind the counter and lightly skipped towards the winter robes on the racks. "Are you a fan of colour, or would you prefer something darker?"