To Buy or Not to Buy

Some new robes were in order, was what Ksenia had thought when she left the Durmstrang Castle earlier that morning and ventured out to buy some clothing. She should probably have looked at renewing her school robes before she actually come to school that year, but the thought of actually requesting permission from someone to leave the protection of the Manor was something she was entirely not used to and didn't want to get used to any time soon.

Independence was such a mutating thing. So many levels of it were always present. The girl shook her head, her gaze remaining cold as she finally reached her destination, opening the door of the robe shop.

The Slushatel's eyes wandered around the products on sale. Perhaps she should buy some second-hand robes just to piss her brother off even more. The girl had mmore than enough money to buy the best robes available in this shop, however, did she have reason enough to do so?

Standing in front of a wide selection of well tailored black coats stood a young maybe eleven year old boy clad in black robes. His unmoving, blank features betraying no emotion behind a solid mask. Hands held behind his back. His emotionless and regal eyes wandered over the selection looking patiently and without haste for proper article of clothing.

That was his classic luck. Forgetting something important before coming to school, but whatever, if it was not for his grandfather who was more than helpful he was here. Palaisvue, looking for some proper manteau homme. He was to met with his grandfather in some time. Seems he was going here anyway. Something about is research, but unfortunately he didn't allow Felix to accompany him. He will ask him things later.

He turned his head slightly noticing a girl, or more likely a young woman enter the store and greet her with a slight nod of his head before returning back to his previous activity. It was some time before his first lesson so he was in no hurry. he bet it would be something totally boring, like a theory lesson or worse, an introduction lecture.

Then he have found it. A proper manteau homme 3 quarts noir poches prestige. Small almost unnoticable smile graced his lips as his hand reached for a coat his size. He could feel the fabric and knew that it would fit perfectly even without trying it on. That's just how it was.

"Enjoying your time before school?" Ksenia drawled to the younger boy she saw towards the back as her hand flicked over the array of fabrics offered. Her eyes didn't stray from what she was doing, she was simply trying to fill in the time pretending that she was actually interested in a matter that was in no way necessary. She could have remained in her old school robes. They were of decent quality. There was no one she needed to impress with her appearance except her brother, but she didn't need anything from him.

The Slushatel stepped around the rack of fabrics she was looking at, moving closer to the boy by doing so, her eyes settling on a selection of robes this time.

"I don't complain" said boy calmly hanging the coat on his arm. That one should be good to wear indoors. After all they say it was really cold in there, or at least it was much cold some years ago. Merlin knows if anything changed. Yet still, far north is far north.

"It's just going to be yet another boring place to live in. Nothing special." Almost, after all there is knowledge, and knowledge was power. Power that he wanted to break the chains that holded him still, but not for long. "After all, people are just the same everywhere" He said before turning around and looking at fabrics offered just to kill time pretending he was wondering about something else to buy. Here he got a girl that seemed most like an actual student. Who knows, maybe he will be able to gather some intelligence.. Even if not, then it would be recomended to learn as much as one can about his elders. The more he knew before school the better. Preparations always pays back.