She was pacing. The dirty looks that the shopkeeper were easily brushed off, althought if the woman really wanted to go down that road, Alicia was just tense enough to exchange words with her. In Alicia's hands was a list of outfits that her manager had suggested for this upcoming team photoshoot they were doing. Dresses? No Quid uniforms? swimsuits? Not only was just this a photoshoot for Quidditch Weekly, and not PlayWiz, this man didn't realize that Alicia's body was not a simple stretch of road. She was a highway with hills, and curves and no simple shopping trip would find clothes that would flatter her and make her look like she wasn't trying too hard.
Alicia had called in the expert. After all, Fleur was one of the only people who made sure that she didn't leave the house looking like she'd slept in all day. She and Fleur had done the lunch thing last week, spending that time catchng up. It was so weird seeing the frenchwoman married. Fleur and Alicia had been of the same age during the Triwizard Tourney, and it'd been a fluke meeting that they'd hit it off, and become friends. Even after the tournament had ended, their friendship had done nothing but grown. Letters and visits to each other's respective homes had been the norm, and Alicia was even at the wedding. They got together as often as Alicia could find some freetime, and right now it was imperative that the fashion goddess sprinkled her little magic dust on her and transformed her into a princess
The old hag let out another dramatic, drawn out sigh and Alicia shot her a dirty look. Smirking at the woman's scandalized look, she then sat down on the embroidered couch and folded her arms. She wasn't very impatient at all. Right now, she was eager. Alicia actually loved shopping, but she always needed some direction. Her mother tried to point her in the most conservative clothing. It made her look like a 21 year old grandmother, and it was an abomination to the eyes.
Sitting up sharply when the bell on the door rang as it was opened, the quidditch player was faced with the vision of loveliness. Shooting upwards, Alicia wrapped Fleur in a hug, squeezing her gently. "I'm so glad you're here. Another minute with her," she jerked her head towards the shopkeeper who was coming towards then slowly, "and I might have beat her with a tray." She pulled back and blinked at Frenchwoman. "Well, Mrs. Weasley, don't you look fine today! Shall we?" Twining her arm in Fleur's, she turned to the older shopkeeper, a wide smile on her face.
"You can assist us now, thanks." She usually didn't partake in snarky behaviors, but this was appropriate with all the dirty glares the old bint had thrown her since she'd gotten there.
