„This is so beautiful on you! We should get it!“
„No mother...“ Avis groaned quietly when she looked into the mirror to see a reflection of a sixteen year old, skinny, but tall girl with greenish brown eyes, brown hair that looks red when she walks in direct sunlight and really really pale skin. Only lips on her face that were bright pink proved that she was actually alive, not a walking marmor statue.
Lucy stepped away to take a look of her daughter, her princess who, in her opinion, had to wear all fashionable clothes that were on sell. This dress, however, was horrible in Avis' taste. It was clear that both of them – Lucy and Avis – had style disagreements. One was preferring clothes with cats and something more average and the other loved things that were outstanding and that screamed when people looked at them:“LOOK AT ME! JUST LOOK, I WAS DESIGNED BY THE FAMOUS D&G!“ or something like that. Terrible.
„But why not? It looks beautiful on you!“ inisted Lucy. She touched silky fabric of the dress and Avis could see how her lips made a soft smile.
„You know what... you can have it if you want it that much. I don't care...“
Fifteen minutes later, Avis was finally left alone. Her mother, who didn't calm down until they actually bought that strange looking and really expensive dress, was calm and let her go to mind her own business. Avis got her credit card and some wizard money as well though it was obvious that she wouldn't use it here. Why, she wasn't at Knockturn Alley, was she now? Lucy had taken her to the centre of London and later she hoped to walk in Piccadilly Circus to see those doubledeckers and maybe even ride on them.