[center]The young girl felt relief that this man could even catch her reading speed, a habit everyone chastised her for and told her to slow down, and it made her give a soft smile as she listened to Mr. Lindhall. Though when mentioned, Ellie's jaw could have dropped down to the floor. Spells for resizing objects and changing colors? She'd only heard passing whispers of magic, consider it being a quite feared subject of conversation, so she only knew about the existence of mundane spells like light spells and such. But this, although a simple detail thrown inbetween the conversation, it only made her heart thump in excitement and anticipation for what's to come. And, [b][i]warming charms[/i][/b]?! Of course, Ellie silently agreed to taking the wool instead of leather, a shiver coursing through her at the mere thought of there being a place colder than White Asnye, a nickname it won for the most obvious reasons, and let herself be led through the warren of products the man sold in his cozy shop. Such pretty things, big and small, and the sight appealed to her hoarding nature. She didn't even need candles at home or at the school, but the sight of them still attracted her. She had a child's fascination, she did, and she reprimanded herself for it so many times after seeing poised adults who didn't go wide-eyed at the mere sight of baby white wolves playing in the snow. She let her eyes now trail over the various pieces of attire being sold, admiring the embroidery on one and the way the cotton felt between her fingers on the other, half-listening to the man and half-lost in her own thoughts, but she still followed as he walked, and stopped in her tracks when he stopped, taking the garment from his hand and nodding when she took the accompanying black wool belt that came with it. She slipped it over her snowy dress, having no problem with that at all, but wondered if it would feel like a weight over her chest when closed. She decided to test this hypothesis, tying it closed with her belt. She sprinted over to the nearest mirror, brushing any dust off it, twirling left and right. Very comfortable. "[b]It's a perfect fit. Three sets of this size then please,[/b]" she said, glancing at the man through the mirror before she turned, facing him. "[b]And I'd like to try on one of your under-robes too[/b]."[/center]