After the town's initial wave of curiosity, Daisy's summers were usually rather quiet. Her parents were her only family on Rathlin Island, and therefore the only ones who knew where she went for each school year. Everyone else assumed that she'd been given a scholarship to a prestigious prep school of some sort due to some precociousness the teacher, Mrs. Fleming, hadn't picked up on. (The town had teasingly ridiculed her for weeks. Since then, she'd nurtured the remainder of her students tenfold, leaping at any display of aptitude and writing numerous letters to Eton about each and every one of them.)Daisy, however, could not presently be playing the part any more the opposite of the prodigy the officials of some-impressive-school-or-other had gone to the trouble of scouting for in the North Sea. As she did every year, her mother had insisted on inspecting every single item on the shelves of every single store, and Daisy, following the routine implemented after her first year, when she'd actually been just as curious, had wandered away- into Madam Primpernelle's, of all places.The racks of various potions and cosmetics had been more or less eradicated- due to the distance of her home and her parents' lack of magical transportation, Daisy was forced to do her school shopping late. Not to be dissuaded, however, Daisy carefully picked her way through the aisles, which more or less resembled debris from a disastrous war- one between teenaged girls over perfume intoxicated with male-attracting spells, that is. Spotting an interesting display, Daisy laced over to a rack of lip glosses ornamented with proclamations of the enhancing charms they'd been peppered with. Unabashedly, Daisy selected a much-used tester cylinder and smoothed it over her lips.Summary:
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“No, no,” Daisy admonished, waving Amelia’s concerns away with one hand. “I’m completely fine- although I’m afraid we can’t say the same for that,” she continued, giving the now-shattered mirror a backward glance over one shoulder. Shrugging callously, Daisy gave Amelia another beaming smile, enlarged doubly by the forgotten enchanted gloss. Leaning one hand on the display counter, which had now taken on an even more destroyed appearance, Daisy eyed the fallen tubes doubtfully. “I hope no one from the front desk heard all that,” she said, attempting to glance over the aisle unsuccessfully.
Daisy nodded in agreement and gave up on her struggle to see over the aisle, which had involved a series of small jumps and otherwise unsuccessful attempts to gain height by way of leaning on the counter. “They’re probably used to a bit of a disturbance every now and then,” she said, referring to the ladies at the front desk. “I can’t imagine what this place was like during their rush.”“What?” Daisy asked, momentarily confused and reaching toward her lips with one hand. Touching them a bit sooner than she ordinarily would have, Daisy grinned, realizing what Amelia had been referring to. “It’s this lip gloss,” she said, bending down to retrieve a stray cylinder from the floor and showing its label to Amelia. Rolling her eyes, Daisy wiped her other hand across her lips- thankfully, the spell didn’t transfer to her hand.
“You can’t mend them?” Daisy asked, sincerely surprised. Her own experiences with magic often led her to either deeply underestimate what it could do, or, in situations usually brought on by some fantastic spellwork done by a professor, expect a bit too much from it. But, according to Daisy’s logic, if Professor McGonagall could transfigure herself into a cat, twisting a tube back into its original shape shouldn’t be too difficult. Not that she would have the slightest inkling on how to actually go about doing it, but still.Daisy laughed and shook her head, glancing in the now-whole mirror to be sure that she’d successfully rubbed off all of the gloss’ traces. “Can’t say that I do,” she admitted, wiping at her lower lip a bit more with one finger. “At any rate, ought you to really buy them? They hardly count, not next to all this,” Daisy explained, waving one hand around as a surveyor of the shop’s somewhat dilapidated status. At Amelia’s suggestion, Daisy nodded excitedly. “Where to? Fortescue’s?”
Daisy still appeared slightly confused, but accepted Amelia's explanation doubtlessly. “Neither can bend lip glosses, though,” she said, making a face as she and Amelia meandered over to the counter. “You know,” she said playfully, hanging behind as Amelia paid, “I’m going to fully expect to see you wearing that on at least one occasion this year.”“Right!” she agreed, walking instep with Amelia as they strode through the doorway. Out in the bright light of the street, Daisy took a moment to blink around, pausing slightly. “You dunno which direction it is, do you?” she asked, leaning forward to gaze first in one direction, and then in the other. She’d never entirely gotten used to memorizing her way around- if anything, Hogwarts, with its moving staircases and vanishing rooms, had been a deterrent.
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