As she nears the coffeehouse she decides she's not really up for breakfast, but instead she heads over to the boutique of one of her most favori people. The witch Irena Potsblack has been the city's best dress and cloak-maker for the last fifty years, and Elsbet has always found comfort in her shop. Irena is very fond of Elsbet, and always happy to see her when she makes it in. Today though, Elsbet's appearance makes her very concerned. "My dear, what's happened? toi look so sad!" Before Elsbet can say anything, Irena has hugged her, brought her into the sitting room and brought her some hot thé and warm scones. "Tell me what is troubling you, little one," she says, and Elsbet sighs.
"I just don't know what to do with myself," she says, and immediately has to fight back tears. Irena sits down beside her and brushes the hair out of Elsbet's face. "Is everything alright with Severus?" Elsbet nods, then looks down at her shoes. "It's just me. I don't feel right. I don't know how to explain it," she says, trying very hard not to cry. Irena hugs her again and tells her, "I do know what toi mean, Ellie. I have felt that way many times in my long life. toi just have to let it run its course. But that doesn't mean I can't try to make toi smile," she says as she gets up. "You have some of this, and I will be right back."
Elsbet loves the scones, and the thé is like mana from the Gods, as always. After her fourth scone and seconde cup of tea, Irena comes back with the most beautiful dress, and a lovely pair of boots to go with it. "Here, Ellie, let's get toi into some proper clothes! toi are such a pretty girl, and what toi have on does toi no justice. Come, come," Elsbet does as Irena says, though she's not sure about the dress. She takes the dress and steps into the stall, strips down and puts on the dress. It's a beautiful thing, really; it clings to her but not in an uncomfortable way, montrer off her curvy form, and its long sleeves make her feel pleasantly snug. She laces up the bodice, giggling at herself suddenly. She doesn't normally draw attention to her attributes like this.
The dress is almost floor length and feels like a thin suede. She doesn't know what to call the color; it's almost a light cream. It complements her hair, her eyes, her complexion in such a way it almost seems it was made for her...
"Well, dear, how does it look?" She peers out of the dressing stall at the good lady witch, blushing. She steps out silently, almost shyly, and Irena beams at her. "Oh, Ellie! It's so beautiful! toi look wonderful! Now let's get those shoes off and these boots on." She sits down and takes off the holey things, secretly glad to be rid of them. They've always hurt her feet. The boots are soft and supple, made of the same color material as the dress, and feel like they belong on her feet. "Walk in them, Ellie, let's see how they feel." Like a dream, she thinks, and she doesn't feel as bad as she did when she woke up this morning.
"They feel good," she smiles finally, and Irena says, "here, let's use this for your hair." She ties Elsbet's long hair back with a ribbon that matches the dress and boots, and places on it a charm to keep it in place. She guides Elsbet over to a full-length mirror and asks her what she thinks, and Elsbet covers her face for just a second. "I'm beautiful," she whispers, and Irena pats her back. "Yes toi are, toi should never forget that."
"I just don't know what to do with myself," she says, and immediately has to fight back tears. Irena sits down beside her and brushes the hair out of Elsbet's face. "Is everything alright with Severus?" Elsbet nods, then looks down at her shoes. "It's just me. I don't feel right. I don't know how to explain it," she says, trying very hard not to cry. Irena hugs her again and tells her, "I do know what toi mean, Ellie. I have felt that way many times in my long life. toi just have to let it run its course. But that doesn't mean I can't try to make toi smile," she says as she gets up. "You have some of this, and I will be right back."
Elsbet loves the scones, and the thé is like mana from the Gods, as always. After her fourth scone and seconde cup of tea, Irena comes back with the most beautiful dress, and a lovely pair of boots to go with it. "Here, Ellie, let's get toi into some proper clothes! toi are such a pretty girl, and what toi have on does toi no justice. Come, come," Elsbet does as Irena says, though she's not sure about the dress. She takes the dress and steps into the stall, strips down and puts on the dress. It's a beautiful thing, really; it clings to her but not in an uncomfortable way, montrer off her curvy form, and its long sleeves make her feel pleasantly snug. She laces up the bodice, giggling at herself suddenly. She doesn't normally draw attention to her attributes like this.
The dress is almost floor length and feels like a thin suede. She doesn't know what to call the color; it's almost a light cream. It complements her hair, her eyes, her complexion in such a way it almost seems it was made for her...
"Well, dear, how does it look?" She peers out of the dressing stall at the good lady witch, blushing. She steps out silently, almost shyly, and Irena beams at her. "Oh, Ellie! It's so beautiful! toi look wonderful! Now let's get those shoes off and these boots on." She sits down and takes off the holey things, secretly glad to be rid of them. They've always hurt her feet. The boots are soft and supple, made of the same color material as the dress, and feel like they belong on her feet. "Walk in them, Ellie, let's see how they feel." Like a dream, she thinks, and she doesn't feel as bad as she did when she woke up this morning.
"They feel good," she smiles finally, and Irena says, "here, let's use this for your hair." She ties Elsbet's long hair back with a ribbon that matches the dress and boots, and places on it a charm to keep it in place. She guides Elsbet over to a full-length mirror and asks her what she thinks, and Elsbet covers her face for just a second. "I'm beautiful," she whispers, and Irena pats her back. "Yes toi are, toi should never forget that."