Post by SOLOMON CALLAHAN on Dec 11, 2016 20:10:32 GMT -6
Solomon felt weird being out in the wizarding world. For the most part, he was able to get along. He had friends and people to talk to, but he often just didn't understand what he needed to say to people. How were people supposed to make friends with new people? He just struggled with the whole ordeal. While he had a decent job and made a fair amount of money. It wasn't like he had anything big to pay for. His house was fully paid off. His lifestyle was pretty basic.
But he needed a new set of robes and he wasn't really sure where to go. He'd sort of wandered without a purpose until he reached the area. Seeing a store, he pushed his way into it. This would be good. Maybe he'd be able to find the right thing here? And who cared if it cost more. He'd be good to actually spend any amount of money on it. However seeing the person there, he paused. "Helena?" That was going to be awkward.
Post by HELENA BADDOCK on Dec 31, 2016 4:59:24 GMT -6
For the second time that day, Helena found herself checking the store sign to make sure it said "open." She let it fall back with a "clang" so there'd at least be some sound in the otherwise quiet shop. It was noon on a Tuesday, and she wasn't sure what she expected besides the untouched shelves and noiseless street. Even the people that shopped in a store like this would be at work or doing better things than getting measured for robes at this time. Still, the morning hadn't been a complete waste.
In a span of just a few hours, she'd painted her nails, swept the floor, and refolded the sweaters they kept by the front door. With nothing else left to do, she started on the box of scarves beside them. Normally, she'd stand there and fold each one, but, with no one around, she dumped them in the floor instead and sat down beside them in the must unladylike of fashions to fold them. It didn't occur to her that she should keep an eye on the door just in case until she was eyeing up a pair of impossibly long legs beside her.
"32x34?" she asked as she quickly pulled her skirt back down and stood up. 32x34? That sounded familiar. 32x34. Oh. Oh."Solomon, it's been a while."
SOLOMON CALLAHAN, idk how men's pants works. I tried to educate myself and failed.
Post by SOLOMON CALLAHAN on Jan 7, 2017 19:21:12 GMT -6
Seeing Helena in real life was weird. He'd missed her horribly, after all. But he just wasn't sure what he wanted to do. There had to be a way to make sure that friends worked out, but this was more then that. Once upon a time, they'd known each other. So what all was he supposed to do?
"It has been." Really he wasn't sure what he was supposed to say. Since he hadn't seen Helena since they broke up, he wasn't sure what he needed to do. Maybe he could talk to her about something? "You look beautiful." Maybe he should have something better, but he couldn't really make it all work. Instead he just sort of looked at her carefully. Things would be just fine, right?
Post by HELENA BADDOCK on Jan 11, 2017 0:34:35 GMT -6
It really took anything in her not to reach out and slap him right then--or up, rather, in his case. Lucky for him, punching a customer at work seemed like a good way to get fired even if she was workin alone. She looked beautiful? What was that even supposed to mean? Last she heard she just looked like a half-blood to him. It was some really strange signals after the way things had ended, and she wasn't sure how to deal with them right then.
"Thanks, I guess. You look...the same as ever." That was a compliment right? He'd always been ridiculously good look mind and she'd acknowledged that that hadn't changed. Close enough. She gave him a once over for good measure. Yep, still the stupid good-looking same. "Right down to the same shoes. Didn't you have those in school?" She stuck her black heeled foot next to his to compare them. "I'm not sure you can even consider them black anymore."
Post by SOLOMON CALLAHAN on Feb 16, 2017 11:08:01 GMT -6
Looking at her, he wasn't really sure what to say. His brain was sort of stuck. This was Helena. He'd dated her. She looked fantastic. This wasn't really fair. "Oh well, I've gone a through a few pairs." He added with a shrug. It came with his job. He had to be able to change shoes. At least he had the money to do everything he needed to and have all of the extra things.
"I think like three years after school is a good time to get new shoes." He added without too much trouble. Mostly he wanted to figure out how to make his brain work. "I'm an oblivator now."
Post by HELENA BADDOCK on Feb 19, 2017 22:52:21 GMT -6
"Oh," she nodded, unsure of how to acknowledge that. Of course he was an obliviator. She really couldn't picture him doing anything else besides something highly respectable and important. That seemed to be the motto off most purebloods--respectable and important. She on the hand was just..."Here. I'm just here."
Helena waved her hand around the shop with all it's curiosu pelts and jewels, most of which she tried not to touch if she could help it for fear of it being stolen and cursed or something even worse given where most of it came from. "I happen to still be very good at picking out shoes and robes if that's even what you came in here for though."
Post by SOLOMON CALLAHAN on May 5, 2017 22:58:06 GMT -6
"It hadn't been my first choice, but it seems to fit." He'd wanted to be a Hit Wizard, but his parents had told him that only hippies could have that job. Eventually he gave up fighting them and he just accepted it. He was okay with it, honestly. After all, it wasn't like he needed to worry about anything else. He'd simply just be who he was. So being swept away from the life of danger, he got a job he was supposed to be able to climb the ladder of success or something like that.
She was just here? "Do you own it?" He imagined she had to or at least run it. It wasn't like she'd simply work in a shop. She was better then that. Well, rather then being too worried about it, he shrugged as he thought about it. "If you wouldn't mind, that'd be really helpful. I need all the help in the world with my wardrobe." His mother just dropped stuff off sometimes.
Post by HELENA BADDOCK on May 11, 2017 15:44:24 GMT -6
Once again, Helena chose to just completely ignore his question. Did she own it--pfft. If anything, her parents might own it. She was still surprised the crockety old owner even let her work there alone during the day, but she really didn't care like explaining that it had just been the better choice when deciding between it and living with her parents forever. At any rate, being broke and stuck in this place sounded like a lesser form of hell then listening to her mom ask her when she was going to get married every morning. Besides, this was just temporary.
"How about something green?" she asked instead, pulling a coat from a rack and held it up in front of her. "I know it's super Slytherin and you're probably tired of it, but it's more modern than black and it always brought out your eyes. We've got some lovely dragon hide gloves to go with it as well...at least I think they're dragon." She glanced over at the glove table as if expecting them to start moving. "Let's say misc animal. They're leather."
Post by SOLOMON CALLAHAN on May 24, 2017 6:16:24 GMT -6
Solomon was taking Helena's silence as a yes. She'd always just sort of held herself back from bragging. It was part of her that forever perplexed him. Why not brag about life? Sol wasn't the head of his department, but he was working on it.
He nodded his head as he thought about it. Green was a good color and he looked good in it. "Thanks for looking out for me." After all, he was fine being dressed in green over black. "And dragon hide gloves would be lovely." At the idea of mystery leather, he raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Whatever she thought, he'd go with.
He trusted her. Maybe he shouldn't any more, but he still did.
Post by HELENA BADDOCK on Jun 11, 2017 18:14:43 GMT -6
She shuffled through a few more things on the rack behind her. Her hands lingered on on one of their more expensive coats, with gold embroidered sleeves and lace trimming. Her sales for the day would look awfully nice if she stuck it on him, and it wasn't like he couldn't afford it. On the other hand, he would look absolutely ridiculous in it, and she couldn't have people thinking she made bad fashion choices. Maybe she'd save it for when when of the Malfoys walked in.
Leaving peacock behind, she pulled a few robes that were subtle form of extravagance and held them up to his chest. "Whatever you get, I'm probably going to have to custom hem it. All of these look way too short in the sleeves and too wide in the waist." His height used to be one of the main things that attracted her to him, but, now, it just made her stand a little taller in her heels. Of course, when her fingers bushed against him as pulled the robes back away, she couldn't make up her mind whether to launch herself at him or throw up. Her body had no idea how it felt, and, despite how sure she felt before, neither did her head. "Which one do you prefer?" she asked finally.
Post by SOLOMON CALLAHAN on Jul 19, 2017 13:56:33 GMT -6
Solomon actually made a short face without thinking about it. It wasn't too difficult. "Will it be worth it? They won't like...change the fashion within a week, right?" Solomon had money so it wasn't like that was something big he needed to worry about. Instead it was more of the fact that it would be a hassle for him to buy something new just to have to get something else new within a week or anything else like that. Maybe he'd have to figure something else out? He could just work on reusing things? Oh well.
The robe with a hint more silver just made him feel a lot better. So he nodded his head without any trouble at all. "I'm a fan of this. It looks a tad bit more elegant?" Maybe that was the right world. Maybe it would be possible for him to just look good when it came to the rest of the world? He would have to impress people at some point or another. There was always something he had going on.
Post by HELENA BADDOCK on Jul 24, 2017 0:37:31 GMT -6
"No, it's men's fashion," she replied as if it was painfully obvious. "Women's fashion changes every season, but men's really doesn't change that much." She put the jacket she'd grabbed back and held up the other one for him to try on. "Colors and cuts might change a little, but, if you find a suit or pea coat that fit you really well, you can wear them for years."
She started pulling on the coat here and there, making adjustments in her head as she went along. It became painfully clear how close to him she had to stand to do this. A million things ran through her head that she should probably ask him to make this less awkward: How's your family? Traveled much lately? Still got that owl that bit me once? All she could really think about though was how he still smelled the same as he used to, and, somewhere down memory lane, her fingers managed to brush against his hand. She snatched it back like he'd shocked her and quickly walked across the room to retrieve her pin cushion from behind the front desk. "Do you like this one? It won't take but a few minutes to tailor it if you do."
Post by SOLOMON CALLAHAN on Sept 2, 2017 1:57:57 GMT -6
"Oh. Okay." She could be lying to him for all he knew. As it was, he just didn't know anything. He wanted to look good, and that as all that mattered. He really couldn't imagine doing anything that might disappoint his family. He had to do everything in his power to dress well and do well for his family name. It was important, after all. At least he wasn't going to worry about too much else though. Helena was good with fashion and she was fantastic. Even if she seemed icy towards him now, he wasn't going to worry too much about it.
Maybe he should just focus on this conversation? Instead he was feeling so weird about all of this. He could say more things, but he wasn't sure what he needed to do or say. "Yeah. It looks good." Again, he trusted her. She was going to be brilliant. "I've always trusted you." Maybe he shouldn't say that, but oh well. It was out there now.
Post by HELENA BADDOCK on Sept 7, 2017 15:00:40 GMT -6
He trusted her--what was that even supposed to mean? "Yeah, well, that tends to happens after years of dating." She walked back over, pulling a needle out and sticking it along the side of the jacket to make it slimmer on him. It took everything in her not to jab it directly into his side, but that might get blood on the fabric and wouldn't that be waste? Instead Helena just retorted, "You know, like how I trusted you not to suddenly decide one day that I wasn't good enough for you." She got a short, bitter "ha" and tugged a bit too hard as she pinned the other side of his jacket into place. "Guess people change though. I mean, I was still the same as when you started dating me and thought I was good enough to string along, but I don't know. Maybe my hips got a bit too wide or something, but at least your jacket looks good" She stuck one last pin in and motioned for him to take the jacket off.