Charline Adler
...say what now?
Mon Sep 23, 2013 15:36
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Shopping was a sport Charline had been introduced to at an early age. Like many eager mother’s her own had excelled at playing dressup with the Lyra. She could not recall a time when she hadn’t owned an impressive collection of shoes and robes some seeming remarkably similar in style although Cleménce insisted they were all unique and anyone to suggest otherwise was dull and without good taste. Considering the Adler family’s connection with the clothing industry it was hardly surprising that all of their children were perfectly dressed and presented to crowds of admiring adults who would pluck at their cheeks all the while uttering those dreaded words ‘cute’ and ‘adorable’.

Once when she was quite young and on another shopping spree with her Maman Charline had expressed her desire to be ‘one of the boys’. Why was it the stains on their robes were so easily overlooked and waved on with fond mutterings of ‘boys will be boys,”? No one seemed to care as much when they ripped through the fabric of their newest outfit. Not only was messy hair acceptable it was encouraged! Charline had seen her uncle ruffling his son’s hair on more than one occasion. As would be expected Cleménce was horrified by her sudden outburst and became even more concerned when the chubby little hands tore down dress after dress during her rampage through the store.

However after years of careful indoctrination her relationship with both fashion and appearance in general had improved considerably. During the last few years in particular she had come to take great pride in how she presented herself to the world. Appearance mattered for that was what you were often judged on. She, herself, took great joy from watching her classmates and scrutinising everything from their shoes to the way they parted their hair. She saw nothing wrong with being judgemental for didn’t they inspect her just as closely? Mind you it would be hard to find fault with someone like herself. She allowed herself to feel confident about this because she had earned the right. Even Charline knew that beauty was something you achieved not something you were born with. Although nature had been kinder to her than to most.

Ever since her first adventure in Pearlstreet (an adventure she loathed to dwell on) Charline had become more daring, taking weekly trips into the Muggle world. As a result she was building up a rather enormous wardrobe of Muggle clothing, something she was mildly ashamed of, regardless she continued to add to it. And so it was that the third year found herself inside a clothes shop, that had become a favourite of hers, wearing a bright orange jacket paired with her first pair of jeans. The trousers which were so unladylike left her feeling quite exposed but discomfort aside the experience was thrilling. She enjoyed having this secret to herself safe with the knowledge that her parents need never find out. Aware that she had a purse bursting with money to spend she took her time flicking through the clothes racks absorbed entirely in her task. That is until she was distracted by someone noisily clearing their throat. Immediately irritated she readied herself to send some scathing remark their way only to glance up and find Logan staring back at her.

Ever since he had confided in her about Savannah Charline had secretly been waiting for him to come to her with the news that they were no longer an item. With baited breath she strained her ears to listen for the words and glanced down at his hands hoping to see the right gestures. As was becoming the norm she was disappointed. She didn’t understand her obsession with the mystery girl. Logan was just a friend, he didn’t make her laugh or blush, all he succeeded in doing was cause her to grow frustrated. Taking her time with the examination of the shirts she began a conversation that was most likely end up one sided, “Those are fancy, is there a special occasion coming up? You’re not meeting Samantha are you?”

Deliberately she incorrectly named his girlfriend but tried to keep her tone light and friendly. The pink one was more daring, and though she never did many daring things herself, she admired those who could pull it off. Logan would look great in either of them but she felt drawn towards the darker shirt somehow finding it harder to picture him in the other one. “You know, you really should try them on, then I would be able to give you a better verdict.”

If he was going on a date with Savannah perhaps she should find him the most ridiculous shirt in the shop, for all she knew Savannah might be shallow enough to ditch him for dressing like a clown. Now that would be ideal.

  • Vestis facit virumLogan Brophy, Mon Sep 16 15:56
    When he was in Boston, Logan had two and a half very eager personal shoppers. Celeste could pull anything off a rack, regardless of color or style or pattern, and put it together in an outfit that... more
    • ...say what now? — Charline Adler, Mon Sep 23 15:36
      • The clothes make the manLogan, Tue Sep 24 10:46
        Logan gave his friend a half-nod of recognition. Well, this made things easier in terms of communication, since she was so good at interpreting signs now. And Charline was always immaculately... more
        • or does the man make the clothes?Charline, Tue Sep 24 17:46
          As was common knowledge Charline adored compliments and so when Logan informed her that her new ensemble was a ‘good luck’ she was obviously thrilled. The Muggle clothing had made her feel self... more
          • I’m no seamstressLogan, Wed Oct 2 20:31
            What do you know, people do change. Or their clothing tastes did, anyway, and if Celeste could be believed, that was very indicative of character. There was a lot of psychology in what people... more
            • and not a tailor either, I suppose? Charline, Wed Oct 16 15:39
              Charline liked the effect Logan’s company had on her. Although her behaviour would never be seen as saintly there was something reassuring about finding someone whose presence didn’t make her squirm... more
              • Nor tinker, soldier, or spyLogan, Fri Oct 18 01:00
                When Logan offered to wait while Charline shopped, he’d expected it would be the same deal he got when Lia and Celeste took him shopping. He followed the girls like a well-trained Basenji, holding... more
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