Hermione was unsurprised to find herself standing in Madam Malkin's front parlor. She was surprised however at seeing Madam Malkin herself bustle into the room, she was as old as Hermione's great grandmother would have been had she still been alive. "Narcissa! How wonderful to see you dear." She greeted Narcissa with a familiar hug, then turned to Hermione, "ah, Dr. Granger! I wasn't expecting you!" Hermione shook the old woman's hand, "It's lovely to see you again, madam malkin." She said. It had been three years since she'd been to the shop for her medical robes and madam Malkin had brought on a couple other robe makers as the outfit was growing to be more than she could handle on her own.
"And lovely to see you as well, dear. Now, Narcissa. When is your daughter in law arriving? And are we needing a full wardrobe reset? She just had a new set at the beginning of the season. Or are we going into maternity again?"
"Astoria Greengrass won't be back. My son and Dr. Granger were married this week. It hasn't been announced to the public yet, though I'm sure it will be soon."
"An elopement? How lovely. So we shall need that maternity set then?" Hermione blushed,
"No. Not for a while yet I'm sure Madam Malkin. At least not until Scorpius is a bit older."
"Ah, well I'm sure I'll be among the first to know when the time comes. Now, is this what you wear on a daily basis, dear?" Madam Malkin talked and moved like a hummingbird, never stopping. She circled Hermione, plucking at the blouse and slacks she wore.
"This is usually what I wear to work, yes." She stood as relaxed as possible- which with Narcissa standing off to the side perfectly poised and Madam Malkin buzzing about was rather difficult.
"Her closet is half muggle, Muriel." Hermione held her peace. Her closet was closer to three quarters muggle fashion, Narcissa had only glimpsed her work clothes.
"Oh don't be such a snob Cissa. Most witches' closets are these days." Madam Malkin stepped away from Hermione, taking in the cut of her clothes.
"You're still wearing the same medical robes you purchased here, correct?"
"Yes, they're still in very good repair since I do mostly research at the hospital."
"Ah, that explains the business casual." Madam Malkin turned to Narcissa, "what are we doing today?"
"The polyester has to go." she said firmly.
"Ah, well, send over what specifically needs to be replaced on that front and I'll have one of the girls make them up in better fabrics. But her style is classic, so don't mess with a good thing Narcissa." She warned, then turned back to Hermione, "that blue tweed you had on in the daily prophet article suited you beautifully, darling."
Narcissa sighed, "Muriel. She needs clothes that won't paint a target on her back."
"She'll be fine. She's got more taste than most of these society mesdames. Anything else we need to work on today?"
Hermione was happy to be done so easily, "I don't think so."
"Oh! You need something for tonight, Darling." Narcissa turned to madam Malkin, "birthday dinner for her father, business casual."
"Oh, excellent, I have just the thing." Madam Malkin waved them out of the parlor and into the main fitting area as Hermione's phone pinged. She flipped it open as she followed Narcissa and madam malkin out.
Send Jean's number, reservation at La Serre, Brighton 7pm. wizard run, but plenty of muggle traffic. Can we take the floo from your place?
Hermione stopped just inside the dressing area to type out the reply.
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