valenciacrabbe:
Location: Madam Malkin’s Robes Date: January 18th Closed for @ofxnarcissas
Valencia needed some new robes, and while she much preferred to do her shopping in Paris, Vincent had some work that he had to tend to in London, and they had to keep up appearances, so she had to make do at Madam Malkin’s. It was infuriating, really, that she couldn’t just like in Paris, that her parents had brought her back to this place after everything had happened. It may have happened years ago, but Val could hold a grudge.
Vincent was in his stroller while Madam Malkin worked on hemming the dress robes that she had had specially made for an upcoming event when the door opened and in walked Narcissa Malfoy. Holding in a groan and an eyeroll, Valencia wanted nothing more then to ignore her and her existence. It was preferable, really, after what she had done. But all of that ‘good manners’ bullshit her mother and Beauxbatons had instilled in her, won over her desire to be petty.
“Narcissa. I would say it’s a pleasure but I’m not a liar. My mother says lying causes wrinkles.”
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Narcissa very rarely got her tailoring and dress making done in London. She just did not approve of the quality. And when she could have the best why would she settle for anything less. That also extended to her child. She also did not really like Madam Malkins. But she had seen some fabric in the shop that she was quite interested in. She supposed she fabric was not too bad. And she was actually going to be getting it to then hand straight over to her favourite dress making in Rome.
That was the only reason she was coming into the shop today. For once Lucius wasn’t having to look after the shop, and so Narcissa was alone. Her mother was with her, but had stopped off in the next shop whilst Narcissa popped in to get the fabric. She barely controlled her desire to roll her eyes when she saw that Valencia was in the shop. Gosh, was that woman going to hold a grudge forever? It was very unbecoming.
“Good afternoon Valencia.” The blonde murmured, a smile on her lips. Narcissa could be very polite when she wanted to be, and she was never going to give Valencia an upper hand in anything at all. “Good advice. Madam Primpernelle’s will be sad to lose on some custom for her silly potions.”
Valencia forced a smile onto her lips as she looked over at Narcissa. It was infuriating that she had waltzed into the shop when it was supposed to be Valencia's time alone. She had gone out to get away from her husband and son, to get some alone time, and now Narcissa was there to ruin her day, just like she ruined everything else. She would laugh if she wasn't so annoyed by the other woman's presence.
But she also refused to let Narcissa see how annoyed she was that she had shown up, besides the usual barbs. "Oh, I'm sure she will recover. I assume she gets plenty of customers from people that can't afford to shop elsewhere. I've always thought of Madam Primpernelle's as a place for teenagers and poor people, wouldn't you agree?" She questioned. "Unless...of course if you shop there, then I'm sure it's a perfectly good place to do your shopping. I just prefer to get all of my beauty supplies from Paris. The quality is far better there in everything that you could possibly buy." Glancing at Madam Malkins, she smirked. "No offense, if I have to shop in London you know that I always come here."
