this is a bad town for such a pretty face / DANNI

[Molly Weasley]

Molly Weasley was having a surprisingly good day. She'd managed to get an early night the evening before, so had packed in a solid ten hours sleep before getting up to make breakfast for her dad, and felt a great deal better for it now. She'd done a quick clean of the kitchen with magic and then headed straight out for some shopping. She needed to pick out a dress for the Nott twins' upcoming 18th, and intended to spend the majority of the day doing so. Every girl from her year at school was likely to be there, after all, and if Molly was going to compete she had to be stunning.

She had already tried a few shops and found nothing that felt quite right, although there had been one quite dramatic red number that she'd been tempted by. The price tag had proved far too high when she'd checked it, however, so she'd hastily replaced it on its rack and left before she was tempted to blow her meagre wages on it. The sort of dress you wore to a Nott party, after all, was not one you likely to get much more wear out of.

Heading into another likely-looking shop, Molly passed a splendid forty minutes drifting from clump of clothes to clump of clothes, ending up carting so many dresses around she almost looked like she worked there. Deciding eventually that she had enough options, she headed for the changing room. She had just squeezed into a pretty pastel pink one when she heard a great sigh of frustration from the next cubicle over. Since no voice answered it, Molly stuck her head out of her changing room and looked around. Clearly the girl next door was shopping alone, and Molly's interfering and caring nature was not going to let her struggle over a clothing choice alone.

"Sorry," she said loudly, giving a little knock on the side of the cubicle, "I really don't mean to intrude, you can tell me to eff off, I was just wondering if you needed some help with your outfit or anything?"

[Danni Oberlin]

Some days Danni Oberlin positively loathed her body, and today was one of those days. Oh, she'd never ever thought she was much attractive, which was the main reason why she'd mastered brilliant make-up skills almost the minute she hit her teen years, but most days she could ignore all of that and convince herself that she wasn't totally hideous. Today, however, nothing was looking quite right on her - she'd floated off to the shops, because she found she couldn't bear to stay away from them for too long (although her mother had clucked her tongue at her shopping addiction) but the changing rooms were causing her an immense amount of pain. All of the dresses she'd been so sure would look fantastic seemed to highlight her every flaw - her arms were too flabby, her stomach stuck out, her bogging thighs were pudgy.

She struggled into a powder blue dress and surveyed herself with her hands propped on her hips, scowling and shaking her hair back. Bother. It wasn't that she didn't like the dress; she adored the dress. But did it make her look just a bit too wide? Heaving a sigh, she twisted and turned, smoothing down the material glumly.

All of a sudden, a knock sounded from her right, accompanied by the voice of a girl. Danni, who hadn't been expecting such a development, and couldn't quite figure out where the voice was coming from at first, gave a gasp and stumbled a bit in her heels, grabbing onto the wall to prevent herself from falling. Blinking wildly, she straightened up, realised the voice must be coming from the cubicle beside her, and composed herself. Feeling a rush of gratitude - god, how sweet - she called back, "If I ask you for your most honest opinion, do you promise to give it to me? Seriously. This is too important. Don't flatter me. Well," she paused. "You can flatter me a smidge. But this is serious stuff."

[Molly Weasley]

Molly grinned at the blank wall she was currently looking at and adopted a very serious tone of voice.

"I absolutely promise," she told the mysterious girl firmly, "Any negative opinion will be presented so flatteringly it seems incredibly positive." She'd had plenty of practice at that sort of thing with her father, who was still likely to sink into misery at the slightest hint of negative feeling from her.

Bending her arms awkwardly behind herself to get the dress she was trying on done up enough to be decent - she simply couldn't bend any further to get it all the way done up - Molly pulled back the curtain of her dressing room and poked her head out of it and waited for the girl to appear. She couldn't kick the impression that she'd heard the voice somewhere before, but she knew she'd never manage to place it without a face too. Molly was pretty good with names and faces, but voices were a step too far.

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i'm sorry this is so short ahh!!

[Danni Oberlin]

"Just the sort of negative opinion I find acceptable," Danni said delightedly, her spirits rising due to the fact that she felt certain she had just met a lady with similar ideals. She took another long look at herself in the mirror, critically smoothing down the dress. Yes, alright, she was looking for an opinion, but she still wanted to look her utmost best before she revealed herself. With a sigh, she realised there wasn't much else to be done. And so she tossed back her hair, grabbed a handful of the curtain, and swished it back, stepping smartly out of her dressing room and looking expectantly towards the next one.

Much to her astonishment, she knew the occupant, whose head was emerging from the next curtain. Disastrously pretty Molly Weasley, with the gorgeous flowing blonde locks and the remarkable reputation. They'd never really spoken, but Danni had surely envied Molly from afar, what with her cheeriness and her looks and her confidence and the fact that boys simply adored her the vast majority of the time. Christ, if she was like Molly Weasley, she'd sleep around, too. "Molly!" She said, unable to bite back the gasp, before realising it probably seemed a bit weird for her to know Molly, as she'd bet anything Molly didn't know her. "Oh, god, sorry - we were in Hogwarts together. I'm in the year below. Danni Oberlin..." she trailed off, and would have done so awkwardly had it not been for her smile. She stuck out her hand, saying as she did so, "I am a massive admirer of your hair. Pardon if it sounds weird, but hello, it is magnificent."