Adequate Fashion {Open}

[miguel]

Fred was befuddled. It was near the first time he has had a person be generous and kind to him even though he was poor. . . or a werewolf. He smiled. "I don't care what you do. If you want to buy me clothes thats okay with me, but they'll become like these in maybe a week or two. When do you get off?" He said all this with an indifferent but caring tone. "This theatre thing of yours, is it just going to them, practicing them, or both?" Fred frowned. It wasn't a sad frown, but a disappointed frown. "I don't think we'll be able to figure out that charm." Fred gave off an air of an immature brat who pouts because he didn't get what he wanted. "Wouldn't it have been funny if the charm was some wig charm? Imagine using a spell to keep it there forever. That would be funny, I guess."

He stopped his awkward stances of childhood and disappointment. "Sorry I have a weird and sometimes morbid sense of humor. Are you always this nice to your customers? I think I might come here more often." He said it in a teasingly way. "What is with all this teasing? I don't tease this much. . . like ever." He shrugged off the thought and asked. "Can you tell the difference between a left sock and a right sock?"

[Legan]

Renèe watched as Fred seemed to go through every emotion in the blink of an eye. First, surprise then flippancy. "I don't care what you do. If you want to buy me clothes thats okay with me, but they'll become like these in maybe a week or two." Renèe glanced at his clothes. "At least something more durable," he said finally. "Something you can wear that will be less that until it wears out itself." He eased the bite from his voice and looked back up at Fred.

"When do you get off?"

"Now," Renèe smirked. He had a good 'nother three and a half hours but like he was going to sit around this bland shop when he could be going to see the theatre with a new acquaintance. "We can go now." He started removing his shop outfit, eager to get it off.

"This theatre thing of yours, is it just going to them, practicing them, or both?"

"Both," Renèe said, smiling softly as he hung up his jacket in the back quickly. "I was very fond of drama when I was in school."

"I don't think we'll be able to figure out that charm. Wouldn't it have been funny if the charm was some wig charm? Imagine using a spell to keep it there forever. That would be funny, I guess. ... Sorry I have a weird and sometimes morbid sense of humor." Renèe held up his hand in a gesture which said it was alright. "I can handle it. My cousin is the same way."

"Are you always this nice to your customers?"

"Absolutely not."

"I think I might come here more often." Renèe glanced over at him here, hearing the teasing tone in his voice. He smiled crookedly, his eyes filled with mirth.

"What is with all this teasing? I don't tease this much. . . like ever." Fred shrugged and Renèe did as well, walking back over to him. "Socks make you do interesting things." Then, last on the Fred acts for the evening: "Can you tell the difference between a left sock and a right sock?"

Renèe stared at him, looking out of the corner of his eyes as if the answer were miraculously beside him somehow. "... is that a rhetorical question?"

[miguel]

"Hehe, I've always wondered about socks like that. Hear me out." He gestured with his hands to show that it could be a complicated thought process. "If you wear you socks all the time, they form to your feet. Wouldn't there be a slope on the socks, however minute, that could help you keep tract of which sock is left and which is right. Maybe the left sock doesn't fit well on your right foot. What you should invent is the charm that tells you which sock is which side. You could be rich!" He chuckled. "It would be a waste of time though, I wouldn't be much of a supporter with socks anyway."

He jumped up and down a bit to loosen his muscles. "So, where is the first stop? Shall I freak out people on the way? Probably not. . . it would be a shame if we miss the theatre *pronounced with a British accent* ." He got into some random elegant pose. "What type of show are we going to see? Stunts, Plays, Shakespeare?" He couldn't help himself. He hadn't really had much 'high class' entertainment. The lady in the red hair watched Fred jump up and down. She was worried that he might attack her at anytime. She was so concerned she had her wand in her hand just in case. Fred didn't care nor did he pay any attention. He was ready for some fun.

[Legan]

"Hehe, I've always wondered about socks like that. Hear me out." Renèe rose his eyebrow and leaned back a bit, anxious to get going. "If you wear you socks all the time, they form to your feet. Wouldn't there be a slope on the socks, however minute, that could help you keep tract of which sock is left and which is right. Maybe the left sock doesn't fit well on your right foot. What you should invent is the charm that tells you which sock is which side. You could be rich! It would be a waste of time though, I wouldn't be much of a supporter with socks anyway."

Renèe clapped his hands once sharply. "I think you are giving this too much thought," he chuckled. "Socks are socks. Socks are also versatile. I do not think they care what foot they are on as long as there is a foot for them to be on."

"So, where is the first stop? Shall I freak out people on the way? Probably not. . . it would be a shame if we miss the theatre." Renèe snorted and brushed past him lightly, headed for the shop. "Too right you are. So let us be off. hm?" "What type of show are we going to see? Stunts, Plays, Shakespeare?"

Renèe turned back towards him, his hand resting on the doorframe. "Maybe we can do it all," he smirked, raising his eyebrows. "Or find something that has it all. Maybe Macbeth has hit Broadway with Bengal Tigers." He laughed softly and beckoned with his hand. "Only one way to find out."

[miguel]

Or find something that has it all. Maybe Macbeth has hit Broadway with Bengal Tigers. Only one way to find out. Fred chuckled. "I'm sorry, how rude of to keep you waiting. I didn't realize that I wasn't moving." He walked to follow Renèe out of the store and walked out into Hogsmeade's open alleyway. "So which direction? Do we need to Apparate, cause I can't do that? I only got to my 5th year." He started following Renèe around always being within arms reach. If he apparates I'll be able to grab him. It would be one sick joke to jump locations without the person as a joke. "So, Macbeth . . . Think he could be a lion tamer?" The thought of anyone from a theatre group lion taming made him giggle. "Does tag along apparating hurt? What does it feel like?" He imagined so sort of imploding feeling and thought of all the bad things that he read about in apparations. The painful cuts and all the determination that he knew his A.D.D wouldn't allow him to achieve. He laughed. He thought that if he ever apparated, he would be the first person to die in a unique way. Perhaps he would be caught mid-drift somewhere.

[Legan]

Renèe stepped outside and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, squinting at the sky. "I'm sorry, how rude of to keep you waiting. I didn't realize that I wasn't moving."

"Do not worry about it," he said, still looking up at the sky. "We got outside at least. It might rain or snow. Or both."

He walked to follow Renèe out of the store and walked out "So which direction?" Renèe looked up the street. "Honeyduke's first. I need something sweet to get by until we get something to eat. Then we'll just have to find a train or rob somebody of their vehicle or something."

"Do we need to Apparate, cause I can't do that? I only got to my 5th year." Renèe snorted. He snorted again and laughed at how close Fred was standing. "So, Macbeth . . . Think he could be a lion tamer?" He laughed more here and shook his head. "No. I do not think Macbeth could be a lion tamer. He possesses too much inner turmoil. He could barely stand up to his own wife, and we all remember what happened to her. Poof. Mort."

"Does tag along apparating hurt? What does it feel like?" Ah, back to this then.

Renèe stopped suddenly and turned to face Fred. "You speak to me as if you think that I have magical abilities," he smiled crookedly. "You know more than I do. I am not a wizard." He shrugged, holding his hands out. "Aucune magie. I keep to myself mostly, so the only contact I have with wizards is through Glaadrag's. I have seen them apparate and such, but never experienced it for myself."

[miguel]

You speak to me as if you think that I have magical abilities. You know more than I do. I am not a wizard. Aucune magie. I keep to myself mostly, so the only contact I have with wizards is through Glaadrag's. I have seen them apparate and such, but never experienced it for myself. "So no apparating? Thats good." He smiled. "I think apparating has some uncool possibilities." "Not being a wizard, doesn't that make you a little jealous seeing others as wizards? For that matter what is this "Aucune Magie". I don't know much either, so lets not alter one of us over the other."

He smiled and thought about Macbeth. "So . . . candy. Right." He chuckled as he thought about all the things that he knew. "Macbeth was the kind right? Or is he one of those 'star crossed' lovers in a family feud?" He kept thinking about Macbeth and thought even less about destinations, "Wait you said he had wife troubles. Guess it wasn't that lover story I heard about." He chuckled. "I'm as dumb as a stump in this category ain't I?" He laughed a hearty laugh. It is a rare thing for Fred to laugh out loud, but that was exactly what he did now. He didn't care about knowledge. So it wasn't a surprise when he shrugged the thought away. It was just another thing he didn't care about.

[Legan]

Fred smiled and Renèe turned his attention back to the sky as if he was waiting for the weather to turn on them. "So no apparating? Thats good. I think apparating has some uncool possibilities." Renèe nodded, putting his hands in his pants' pockets. The prospect was entirely possible. Magic was a powerful thing. Surely it could strain the body if used improperly or poorly. Charles might know about stuff like that. His cousin was fascinated by how things worked. Renèe wrinkled his nose as he had another thought. And also how things taste.

"Not being a wizard, doesn't that make you a little jealous seeing others as wizards?" It did, but Renèe didn't want to admit that. He felt he should appear flawless to the world. "No, it does not bother me," he shrugged, hoping they'd move on. "For that matter what is this "Aucune Magie". I don't know much either, so lets not alter one of us over the other." He laughed and shook his head here. "'Aucune magie.' It means 'no magic' in French, one of the most beautiful language aside from Italian and Latin. And Egyptian."

"So . . . candy. Right." Candy indeed. Renèe started to walk down the street in the direction of the candy store. "Macbeth was the kind right?" That was debatable. "Hm," he thought for a moment as Fred continued. "Or is he one of those 'star crossed' lovers in a family feud? Wait you said he had wife troubles. Guess it wasn't that lover story I heard about." Fred chuckled and then laughed. "I'm as dumb as a stump in this category ain't I?"

"Not dumb," Renèe said, waving his hand. "Curious. That is good. At least I think." He inhaled, preparing himself. "Well, to answer your question as best as I can the way I see it is Macbeth has an inner turmoil." He turned around, walking backwards and pulling his hands from his pockets so he could gesture. "A prophecy is given to him, saying he will be the duke. But it is Macbeth that brings all of the misfortune upon himself, such as killing Duncan the king of Scotland. It is argued that it is the witches' fault that this tragedy, for that is what it is, befalls Macbeth. But I think that you can only bring tragedy upon yourself if you have your say in the matter." He turned to walk normally, putting his hands back in his pockets. "Macbeth is a character- no, a play, a tragedy but also a study."

[miguel]

. . . . It is argued that it is the witches' fault that this tragedy, for that is what it is, befalls Macbeth. But I think that you can only bring tragedy upon yourself if you have your say in the matter. Macbeth is a character- no, a play, a tragedy but also a study.

It was at this point that Fred realized how different they were. At first he thought they were complete opposites. Renèe being boring and bland working in a sock shop and an avid theatre person were at the top of the list. However, he started noticing that they really weren't that different after all. Even though he doesn't have a clue about theatre and might not even like it, this guy has shown something he finds fun and is adamant in it. Similar to Fred's joking nature. He does whatever comes to him at the time without thinking about consequences. They both want someone to fully understand each other. That is what was on the line here.

"I think I might finally understand some of it. Basically Macbeth was a jerk with lots of issues. That actually could be an interesting play." He closed in on a beach and jumped on the top back part of it. As soon as he regained his balance, he lifted himself on his hands and walked to the other side. When he was at the other side he tried throwing his legs over him to flip and land on his feet. He threw himself and fell short. He landed on his butt, sliding half a foot by the momentum. He chuckled. "That was fun. So how much further to this store?"

[Legan]

There was a stretch of silence that Renèe didn't mind before Fred spoke, humor in his voice. "I think I might finally understand some of it. Basically Macbeth was a jerk with lots of issues."

Renèe laughed loudly, hands still in his pockets. "Oui, that is one way to interpret it," he chuckled as they walked. "That actually could be an interesting play." Renèe watched him as he nimbly hopped onto the back of a bench, walking across it with the ease of a tight-rope walker. He was briefly reminded of his yoga and circus affairs. Fred attempted to do a flip off the end of the bench, landing on his butt and slid a bit.

Renèe stopped in front of him, unsure of how to react. "That was fun. So how much further to this store?" He was a little taken aback by Fred's ability to shrug this incident off. Not so much that he was embarrassed for him, but more of how comfortable Fred seemed to be with looking like a fool. In fact, he seemed perfectly happy with it. This puzzled Renèe who always thought of himself as very proper. "Uh, just up the street a bit. Did that not hurt or something?"

[miguel]

Uh, just up the street a bit. Did that not hurt or something? The question made Fred laugh. Being a werewolf made you durable. Most people aren't concerned about if a werewolf feels pain or not. "Well sometimes it does and sometimes it doesn't. I mean to say I'm a werewolf. I'm more durable than normal humans. That being said I'm used to pain, because I am a werewolf. So I rarely noticed it, and even if I notice it I don't react. That is just my world of being a werewolf. I don't waste time saying 'Ouch'." He looked at a person who stared at him. He waved as if the stare didn't bug him and continued onward. "You get used to being looked at strangely too."

He just continued walking down the street enjoying the weather. It was a little on the warm side of about 85 degrees with some wind. It was such a lovely day. He breathed in a deep breathe and calmed himself. A stray dog followed him today and sniffed his leg as they were walking. He looked at Renèe and said, "I'm good with animals too." He kinda chuckled before he realized his pant leg became heavier. Following the change in weight he felt the wetness hit his leg and the smell or dog urine. He stopped and looked at his leg and found the dog gone. "I'm really good with animals," he said sarcastically.

[Legan]

Fred laughed in answer making Renèe furrow his brow. "Well sometimes it does and sometimes it doesn't. I mean to say I'm a werewolf. I'm more durable than normal humans. That being said I'm used to pain, because I am a werewolf. So I rarely noticed it, and even if I notice it I don't react. That is just my world of being a werewolf. I don't waste time saying 'Ouch'." An interesting prospect... Renèe wasn't sure if he understood fully but Fred seemed sound in his reply so he didn't push him further. "You get used to being looked at strangely too." "Fair enough," he said, still walking.

Renèe took a minute to look around them. People heading home like ants to a colony, a light wind lapping at their scarves and jackets. He didn't mind the wind, just the water. A stray dog was following them now. Renèe wasn't the most compassionate soul so he glanced at the dog with a bit of a scowl as it approached Fred's legs, sniffing. "I'm good with animals too." He chuckled and glanced away for a split second to watch a couple walking home together, bundled together like they were experiencing gale-force winds of over thirty miles an hour. His lip curled momentarily but the acrid smell of dog urine made him turn his head. "I'm really good with animals," Fred muttered, his pant leg darked than the rest.

Renèe laughed, forgetting the huddled couple. "Does this not mean you are at the bottom of the pack," he joked.

[miguel]

"Does this not mean you are at the bottom of the pack?" Fred laughed too. It wasn't that he found the dog peeing on him funny, although crap happens. He learned to just go with the flow, the world gives you 'lemons' all the time. He just prefers to skip the pain of making lemonade, he doesn't even acknowledge that they are there. Rather, he found Renèe's comment hilarious.

He sighed and wiped the water from his eyes. "No, I'm not in a pack." He rolled his head back in forth in disbelief of what just happened. The dog had represented something, more than what he had anticipated. Perhaps he should consider joining the pack. What benefit could that give him? He didn't have much time to think about it, however, cause he found himself in front of their destination; where ever that is. "I assume we are here?"

He looked over the building, checking out the structure and material. Nothing much too take in, he decided to head in first. He, however, had no clue where he was going or for that matter, what they were looking for. "Um. . . I think you should lead. I have no idea what is going on."