Post by Greta Catchlove on Jun 24, 2024 1:52:55 GMT
"Orange and green?" Greta giggled in disbelief along with her darling friend, who surely had to be joking! "They would never, we'd have lost them before we even had a chance to try!" Convincing the others to go along with her and Helena's color palette would be a breeze, she was growing more and more sure. The designs were vivid in her mind, and while she had a habit of getting ahead of herself, the disappointment at not all ideas coming to fruition was never enough to keep her down. For long, anyway.
The antique shop felt more like a museum than anything, and while her hands itched to touch everything that tempted her - velvet curtains, the whorls within wooden carvings, the paper-thin faux bat wings flapping of their own accord above their heads - Greta held onto Helena instead. Had she been on her own, things may have taken a turn, but she wasn't about to embarrass her friend along with herself. The jewelry case held even more temptation anyway, and while its treasures were behind glass for the moment, surely the shushing shopkeeper would let them try things on once they started making decisions! She beamed, smile reflected amidst the smudges on the glass, at Helena's praise, and hoped to be worthy of it when the time came. There was something intuitive about charmwork that delighted her to no end, and it was always most special to make something with someone in particular in mind. Reworking what they found for Helena would be a dream, and she was nearly giddy as her friend declared... "You're wearing a tiara - you've said it, you've found it, no taking it back!"
Greta jumped as a familiar voice spoke up behind them, hand to her chest as she laughed, settling back into herself after the surprise. Leave it to Elliott to sneak up on them to provide advice out of his notes. "Merlin's beard, Elliott, where did you come from?" The girl patted her heart, grinning wide as she took in their housemate - in nicely fitted muggle clothes from head-to-toe, navy and charcoal. She couldn't recall happening upon him in the antique shop before, and her eyebrows rose at spying the camera in his hand. "We're readying for the masquerade, and I've a very important question for you, no alchemy involved. Yet," Greta assured, although a bit of magic would surely be needed for the recluse to attend the festivities with the lot of them. "What are your feelings about - what did I say?" She turned quickly between Helena and Elliott before affirming with confidence, "Burgundy, how do you feel about burgundy?"
The antique shop felt more like a museum than anything, and while her hands itched to touch everything that tempted her - velvet curtains, the whorls within wooden carvings, the paper-thin faux bat wings flapping of their own accord above their heads - Greta held onto Helena instead. Had she been on her own, things may have taken a turn, but she wasn't about to embarrass her friend along with herself. The jewelry case held even more temptation anyway, and while its treasures were behind glass for the moment, surely the shushing shopkeeper would let them try things on once they started making decisions! She beamed, smile reflected amidst the smudges on the glass, at Helena's praise, and hoped to be worthy of it when the time came. There was something intuitive about charmwork that delighted her to no end, and it was always most special to make something with someone in particular in mind. Reworking what they found for Helena would be a dream, and she was nearly giddy as her friend declared... "You're wearing a tiara - you've said it, you've found it, no taking it back!"
Greta jumped as a familiar voice spoke up behind them, hand to her chest as she laughed, settling back into herself after the surprise. Leave it to Elliott to sneak up on them to provide advice out of his notes. "Merlin's beard, Elliott, where did you come from?" The girl patted her heart, grinning wide as she took in their housemate - in nicely fitted muggle clothes from head-to-toe, navy and charcoal. She couldn't recall happening upon him in the antique shop before, and her eyebrows rose at spying the camera in his hand. "We're readying for the masquerade, and I've a very important question for you, no alchemy involved. Yet," Greta assured, although a bit of magic would surely be needed for the recluse to attend the festivities with the lot of them. "What are your feelings about - what did I say?" She turned quickly between Helena and Elliott before affirming with confidence, "Burgundy, how do you feel about burgundy?"
