Torii had done just as her aunt had asked her to. She'd come to Diagon Alley and bought exactly half of her fifth year supplies. Actually, she'd bought a little more than half, so she'd earned every right to do some fun shopping before heading home for the day. Her aunt had even come and picked up all her shopping bags, which was awesome, because she was tired of lugging everything around.
Eniola looked up from the products she was staring at when she heard a voice behind her. Eni looked around, not sure who she was talking to before she realized it was her. "Me? Oh! Yeah, I just get stressed out when it comes to hair care products is all. It can be hard to tame my big curls, but straightening them the muggle way can be pretty damaging. It just gets pretty frustrating. Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you!" Eni was blushing now, she didn't mean to bug anyone, she just has a hair struggle.
It was...kind of sad how much Nettie had spent at this shop over the summer. What else was there to do though besides experiment with makeup and new beauty trends? Quidditch was taking up so much of her time that she usually just wanted to lay around at her room when she WAS home. That way she didn't have to be around her parents, and she could experiment with her makeup to her hearts content.
Although, all the makeup and caused her to break out JUST a tad on her forehead. So today, she was looking for some anti-acne stuff. Bubotuber pus was NOT something she was willing to do in her every day routine. Yuck!
Torii gave the girl a light laugh. "You didn't disturb me. I was honestly asking if everything was okay," she said. She noticed the girl blushing and felt sort of bad. Maybe she should have said something else first before just asking if the girl was okay. "I'm sorry," she said.
Torii turned and looked at the hair products. "Well, let's see. I don't have curly hair, but...," she trailed off, trying to find something that had 'curly hair' on the bottle. "This bottle says it's a curly hair potion." She pointed at the price tag. "Only one galleon and ten knuts." She shrugged. Maybe that would help?
"I'm Torii, by the way," she said.
Missa was already in the aisles, and her basket was a bit too full - so much so that she was felt utterly confused about what should she be putting back. Because no way her allowance was covering all of it.
But everything felt so IMPORTANT. From avoiding break outs to cleaning pores, from eyebrow tweezers to bleaching hair on your face?! - it was baffling how much correcting girls needed before they could hide their faces behind make up altogether.
Biting her lower lip, she was letting herself realize how ridiculous this all was when a familiar set of blond hair came into view. Brows knitting up, and lips tugging up into a smile, she approached the girl, "are you as confused as I am?"
Cullen hobbled into Madam Primpernelle's looking for a restroom. The old man had no desire to walk any further than needed and the fancy shops always had the cleanest facilities. He tutted and shook his head at all of the products intended to fancify and the gaggle of young ladies spending their hard-earned galleons.
"Excuse me, young lady (Torii) do you know where the restroom facilities are?" He was far too old to feel embarrassed about asking such a question and completely oblivious to the fact that he was interrupting their conversation.
"Stocking up for the whole Ravenclaw tower?" she asked with a small chuckle, raising her eyebrow at the mountain of products Missa had in her basket already.
Was this somebody's grandpa or something? Torii didn't think she knew him. Her eyes quickly darted toward Eniola, as she thought maybe it was somebody she knew. But nope. The man was talking to her.
Oh. He was looking for the bathroom! The fifteen-year-old gave a light blush. "Umm, let's see," she said, and she peered around a display of nail polish. Please let me find the men's bathroom soon. Awkwardddd. "Oh! There it is!" she said, and he pointed the man toward an aisle with a clear sign that indicated the restrooms were that way.