Gladrags Wizardwear

Gladrags Wizardwear sells clothing. There are other branches in London and Paris. It is full of quirky merchandise, and appears to specialise in strange and unusual socks.

Ana fought back a laugh at the giant display of socks, some of which looked ridiculous, some moved, jumped, made strange sounds, had peculiar pictures on or were just plain strange.
A pair of black ones with glowing serpants on them caught her eye and she picked them up.
She hid her evil grin as she paid and left the shop.
She couldn't wait to see Darien's reaction...

Diana walked inside the store with a slight gleam of mischief in her eyes. She approached the desk where the shop assissant was doing some book-keeping work.

"Excuse me," she said. "Could I have something... costume made?"

The shopowner nodded. "Of course, what is it?"

"Well it's a bit of a novelty item." Diana said testing the waters.

The shopowner merely nodded once again. "Yes we get those once in awhile. Is it a replica of Harry Potter's robes? Or what about a Holyhead Harpies uniform?"

"You can make me a Holyhead Harpies uniform?" Diana said momentarily distracted from her general purpose of going into the shop.

"Why of course!" The shopowner exclaimed. "Where do you think they get their uniform? Quality Quidditch Supply?"

"Well yes-"

"No! The Holyheads get it from here!" The shopowner said proudly.

Diana stared as the temptation of getting an official uniform for the Holyhead Harpies was great. But she caught herself.

"Actually, I was just wondering if you could make a pair of male underwear with 'I love Gryffindors' written on it."

The shopkeeper raise his eyebrow. "Is it for a Slytherin?"

Diana's wide eyes answered his question. "Ah yes, I remember the good old days. I was in Gryffindor myself you know?"

Diana blinked in response. "Well if you fill this form," A form appeared "I can give you your order via owl."

Diana whipped out her quill and started filling out the form. "Thank you!"

"No problem."

And with that Diana walked out of the store.

Éléonore wrinkled her nose at the robes they had in the small shop. Her mother was busy all day so she decided to take a little shopping trip, but so far was not at all impressed. The nearby Village proved nothing but the fact that to Éléonore, Beauxbatons would always be the best.

She rolled her eyes and gagged at disgust as she went through the racks before her eyes landed on a fairly lovely cerulean set of dress robes. "Excuse moi, Madame? Do you half zis in a smaller size?" she inquired to the woman in charge. In a lower voice she muttered. "English people are so much bigger. Well, I suppose zat eez what zey get for eating all zat 'eavy puddings." she laughed.

Ana wandered into the shop, and began to meander between the racks and various displays. She noticed a Beauxbatons student and overheard her muttering.
Ana rolled her eyes. French...A language she had never, and would never, care to learn.

As the owner of the shop wandered to the back with the dress, Éléonore noticed a nearby Hogwarts student roll her eyes.

"Is there som-think wrong, mademosielle?" she asked in an icy tone, her brown eyes flashing.

Ana raised an eyebrow.
"My name is Ana, not madamosielle."

This time it was Éléonore's turn to roll her eyes. "Well, pardon, Ana . Forgif me for not knowing everyone's name!" she replied dryly. "I zee 'ogwarts doz not offer classez on etiquite. 'Ow unfortunate."

"And Beauxbatons does?" Ana asked cynically. "I take it they also offer classes in muttering and cultural generalisations..."

Éléonore stiffened as she forced a smile unto her face. "Whatever do you speak of?" she asked innocently.

Ana faked a smile in return.
"Cultural differences..." She replied, slight sarcasm creeping into her voice.

Éléonore nodded. "Indeed. Apparently ze 'ost school doze a very poor job of making ze otheir schools feel at 'ome." "

"In what way?" Ana asked, still smiling her innocent smile.

Keeping her smile on, the french girl sweetly replied "By being booger impoli dirige"

Ana swore inwardly. French...
"Okay...In english please..."

Éléonore smirked. "Non. You should learn too bee more eenternationale!"

Amy and Aiden walked in the clothing store "really Amy you and shopping you a ton of cloths as it is" Aiden muttered.

"One can never have enough cloths, besides I need new one for the ball" Amy quipped.

Aiden rolled is eyes "Girls"

Ana folded her arms. "I am international. I just don't speak French."
She smiled, a glint of amusement shining in her eyes. "Obwohl...ich Deutsch gern spreche..."
Germany Versus France, the age-old rivalry... Ana smirked, until she heard some familiar voices.
She turned her head and smiled at Amy and Aiden.

Éléonore looked taken aback by the sudden german and scowled. " 'ow 'orrible. not only doz 'ogwarts nto teach etiquette, but zey also teach one of ze most 'orrid languages!:

"Deutsch ist nicht schleckt! Deutsch ist sehr einfach und nutzlich...aber franzosich..." She shook her head slightly. "Ich mag es nicht."

Brown eyes glared. Clearly this is what happened when one associated with an immature foreigner.

"Fine. Eef you want to be so eemature, zen so be it." she said stifly.

Ana rolled her eyes. "You're the one who declared I should be more international."
She shook her head slowly. "Make your mind up."

Éléonore rolled her eyes. "I meant international in regards to ze ozzer schools present. Learn, francais, russian! Not ze german..." she shook her head disprovingly.

"Well you really should be more specific..." Ana rolled her eyes again, turning towards Amy and Aiden.
"Amy, Aiden! Hi!"

Amy and Aiden nodded to Ana and smiled "Hello Ana fancy meeting you here"

Amy turned to the french girl "and you as well, I am Amy this is my brother Aiden"