"That's off the record, mate," said Auntie Niobe. She'd found  fault with the jewelry she'd thrown on. She'd just wanted to see how the jacket would carry it - she liked what she had back home better.

"But aye, Animagus - that's well impressive," Niobe went on.

"Hope you don't get flobberworm. Heard a boy in my year ended up a trout. Not a confirmed source, but imagine it. Spose if you ever needed to do some good flopping around you'd be set up ..."

Niobe shrugged off the jacked and draped it over her arm. It'd take an army of centaurs to drag her out of here without it. She wandered around to a rack of t-shirts that looked like they'd allowed small animals to chew holes in them. All size holes, but none around the mid-chest, she noted.

"Nah, I know I have something with wings, that's for sure." Rigel recalled the time he tried unseccessfully and had wings forming out of his back for a couple of seconds. Certainly wasn't a flobber worm.

"What do you think of these t-shirts with holes in them, I am quite fond of them." Remembering his collection of tees with assorted holes.

Wings? "Oh, well wicked for you, sir."

If Niobe'd thought she'd end up with wings she'd have given half an arse towards Animagus, but seeing as how her Patronus ended up the noble porcupine she felt her chances were middling for anything that didn't trundle among the underbrush.

Rigel joined her at the Distressing Tees, Niobe was surprised he approved. She checked his face for any trace of sarcasm. "You sure?"

She looked back at the shirts trying to decide exactly how much like her mother she'd sound if she told Rigel what she really thought.

"Yeah, mate, sorry, these are far past me. Like, you can like have a tickle in it like this?" Niobe cracked herself, sticking two fingers in two holes and giving them a wiggle before her laugh turned to a cackle.

"Why, though? I'm sorry, but I could never. Just. I guess, I can see it. Is it a statement or something? Like, I've tried to not try, welcome to the end of the world, the water's fine?"

She looked at him with furrowed, skeptical brows.

Rigel laughed. It has been awhile since a good hearty laugh like that. The response took him off guard accompanied by the lame finger tickling. He took a moment to regain his composure.

“No statement. I like dressing on both sides of the spectrum of cleanliness, you could say.” He smirked, grabbing a dark green distressed shirt with a matching black skinny jeans.

“I mean I can look like a lawyer now I have to look like a kid who doesn’t know what he’s doing. I guess yeah… It is a statement. Power can come from anyone. But be especially wary of the kids in ripped teas” He winked at her. Paused his facial expressions as one does to accentuate comedy and satire. Had a goading look enticing a response from Niobe.

"That's all well and good," Niobe said, still full of mirth, "but why buy this lot! Can you not just have a go at an old shirt with some safety scissors? How's this better?"

She looked at the tag and covered her eyes still amused and incredulous. "Oh, come on, it's bloody seven galleons! Is that all? I'm going into fashion, me and my scissors."

Niobe then made some arcane sign with her hands, joking with a bit of old superstition passed down in the family, as if to cleanse herself of the curse of high-priced trendy dishevelment. If she ever caught Rigel in something like that, she'd never give him the end of it. Strange boy.