Outfit

Psychiatrist's always say that kids who cause trouble are desperately trying to get attention for themselves, usually because of neglect in the home. But then, they also attributed it to a need for an adrenaline rush and boredom. Malynda was convinced that all three were the case in her regard. She was bored, desperately in need of something to get her going and hankering to get revenge on dear old dad for his revelation last Saturday. Betrothal her ass. Maybe he wouldn't be so keen to marry her off and keep the family pure if she did something to get disowned.

She didn't know when she had started shoplifting. Merlin knew that she didn't need to. It was purely for the rush involved and a healthy mix of spite at Daddy dearest. Whatever caused her to steal little trinkets she could have easily bought was long ago lost in memory and it had become an unfortunate habit. Normally she didn't steal anything major. A candybar from Honeydukes... a cheap paperback from Flourish and Blotts... a trinket from Bourgin and Burkes. But today she had her eye on a bigger prize, namely an expensive pair of quidditch gloves that she thought Laney might favor.

"May I see zat one up top, si vouz plait..." She asked the shopclerk, badly faking a french accent, though he failed to notice, as she pointed to a beaters bat sitting on a display high above the counter. She then bit her nail and raised her brows in such a way to suggest that she only asked so she could get a good look at his rear end. He was happy to comply. "This one...?" He said, pointing to one nearer. "Non non... higher up... non a little to ze left... Zat one...Oh wait, merci... I meant ze one next to zat..." As she directed him down a series of cat and mouse chases for no particular bat, she casually slid the gloves from the pile of things she was looking at into the large shopping bag she had tucked under her arm. "Oh Ouioui... Zat iz ze one!"

Pretending to look it over, she shook her head "Oh dear... It iz not ze one I was hoping for..." She looked so dejected that he quickly attempted to sooth her. "P...Perhaps...I c..could give you the deluxe version for the same price?" He offered and she beamed at him like he was her hero. "Oh Mon Dieu... You are a, how you say it, a life savior... My brother, he is looking forward to a nice bat this year..." She gushed. Grabbing him by the shoulders, she kissed him him dramatically on both cheeks. He flushed and stuttered as he rang her up for quite a bit less then the bat was marked. She paid gracefully and without further adieu, took her leave. He was none the wiser and it would seem that she had made a clean getaway.


((PLEASE ignore my horrible excuse for french. She is bad at it as well...))