They have some Grate Sales in London

Cecilia walked down the streets of London wearing a dress of many colors. Her outfit was a rainbow from the tip of her toe to the bow in her hair. In her hands where many bags from many different stores. Each one held either clothes, shoes, or jewelry. It was true she didn’t shop in London much since she preferred the city of lights and love, but to day many stores where having huge sales and they had gained Cecilia’s interest, though they wouldn‘t hold it for long. Smiling and slowly spinning around on the side walk she spotted another store with a big huge sale sign in the window and walked over going inside.

“Good day Miss,” on of the stores employs said smiling as Cecilia walked in the door, “have a nice look around and don’t hesitate to ask if you don’t see anything in your size.”

“Okay,” Cecilia said walking away from the lady.

About ten minutes after entering the store Cecilia came out carrying twice the number of bags she had gone in with. She wasn’t really paying attention where she was going and she ran into a person. She fell backward onto the step of the store and her bags flew every where.

It seemed as if a great sale was going on for the muggles. Damien was not interested, but he had agreed to accompany his mother on her shopping trip, despite knowing that he was going to regret it as soon as it begins. Thankfully, she had kept to her promise, and that muggle husband of hers did not show his face. Besides, Marissa Knight had also mentioned that her son needed some new clothes. She loved to dress him up ever since he was a baby. Some things just never change. Damien had always allowed her to fuss over his wardrobe. If he was considered decently dressed, one could only credit Marissa for that. Lorcan d'Eath was good influence too, and perhaps, it was his impeccable dressing and charm that made him lovable to Marissa many, many years ago.

Just half an hour into the shopping, and Damien had become incredibly bored. Marissa had her son tag along as she browsed through racks and racks of dresses. Other women had smiled at him, probably thinking him sweet to accompany his mother, but Damien merely scowled at them. Why do women have so many different kinds of clothes?! He spotted a couch in the middle of the store, but it was already full of husbands waiting for their wives, and Damien really did not want to be there with them. Sighing, he asked Marissa for permission to return in half an hour, thinking that the enormous department store would keep her busy for that long.

Exiting the store, Damien slipped his leather jacket back on and checked the streets of London. A group of old ladies lodged themselves in front of him, and began to have a long discussion of whether they should step into the store. Rolling his eyes in impatience, Damien tapped on the shoulder of one of them, and squeezed his way out of that muggle block. Once out of it, he slipped his hands into the pockets of his black jeans and decided to grab a drink, whatever that he would find along the way. He began to walk.

Suddenly, a shopping bag hit his shin, and Damien tried to locate where it came from. He was prepared to glare at a dumb muggle, when he saw a familiar face. "Didn't daddy tell you not to display yourself on steps in this manner?" The girl was a Krum. Specifically, she was the sister of Elijah Krum, someone Damien cannot help but think unpleasant thoughts of.