dress for my fairytale ► layla

[molly]

Molly Blair Weasley was on a mission. A mission many wouldn't dare take. The heels of her shoes clanked against the pavement of the busy wizarding village. As she passed other students, she waved and smiled, but all the while, kept her arm linked to the girl right next to her. Layla Bailey was Molly's best friend, well, one of her best friends. Jaycen would probably throw a fit if Molly didn't title him her best friend, but whatever, that big baby would get over it. Let's just say they were a trio. Yes, the coolest trio Hogwarts had ever seen, apart from the obvious, canon trio that had existed about two decades ago. But they were old news. Now it was all about Layla, Jaycen and Molly, cause they were super cool like that. Anyway, Jaycen was no where in sight as Molly dragged Layla across the streets of Hogsmeade on this windy, October morning. She kept her friend close, as a source of warmth and also to make sure Layla didn't stay behind.

Molly's glove-clad hand went up to cover her face as a big gust of windy swept by. The red-head was beginning to get a but tired of the weather and when she saw the new boutique in between the quill shop and Madam Puddifoot's, she stopped to admire it from outside. She didn't say anything to Layla as she leaned in peering into the glass window. She could see the white and light pink layout, with amounts of clothes inside. The small boutique had just opened two weeks prior but already it was as busy as any other store around. The owner was none other than the famed, Puddlemere United player, Jackie Spencer's younger sister. Scarlett Spencer was an amazing clothing designer. Her creations had been feature in WitchWeekly many times, her store was already full of customers and the lady was only nineteen years old.

Molly could see some of her fellow students inside, mostly girls and a few boys that were no doubt dragged inside by their girlfriends. And Molly was sure of that because she herself had intended on pleading with Elijah to accompany her the week before, but the two ended up spending some alone time in one of the back tables of The Three Broomsticks. However, that is another story for another time! Back to this Saturday... She turned to Layla with a big smile on her face and pointed towards the door. "I think this will be the perfect place."

She didn't waste a second before pulling her again. Her hand reached for the door and the sound of a bell announced their arrival. A very pretty, blonde witch looked up from a table where she had been folding clothes and she flashed a smile. Molly smiled back and instantly went to a rack full of clothing. "Layla, look at this," she said, finally freeing Layla of her grip. She pulled a dress off its hanger and showed it to her. It was a very feminine, light pink formal gown, which was exactly why Molly had dragged her here. The masquerade ball was soon approaching and she was a bit worried that Layla would not have something to wear. So here they were, with Molly admiring the gown and praying that Layla would let her help find something amazing to wear.

[LAYLA ROSEMARIE BAILEY]

She was really starting to regret telling Molly that she would come along. Shopping was not her thing, and even though she often accompanied her best friend. Layla knew that her mother was a bit upset that her daughter had not been a little girlier, yes she would wear heels and dresses when necessary. She could even look good in them, but she avoided them as much as humanly possible. But here she was braving this odd October weather with Molly because of the masquerade that was coming up. She was glad that she had dressed warmly because the cold air would have been horrible to walk in without a coat. It’s what everybody was talking about, the curiosity of who your partner would be for the night and all of that jazz. She hadn’t even started to plan what she would be wearing to said event because she didn’t even know. Her parents had sent her more than enough money for the works but she wasn’t even sure what she wanted to wear. A dress obviously, but there were so many options and she really wasn’t sure where to even begin. Still she promised Molly she’d come, and now the two girls were dealing with the cold wind and only relying on each other for warmth. Layla stopped when Molly did just because she couldn’t just leave her best friend standing in the street by herself.

But as soon as she saw what Molly was looking at, it was that new store that had opened up a few weeks ago. Most of the girls at Hogwarts were excited about the new addition to Hogsmeade because apparently the clothes at this boutique were excellent. It was very apparent that Molly wanted to go inside, and her suspicions were confirmed when she was pulled into the store that was crowded with many of their peers. It was rather entertaining to see the few boys who were inside, they so obviously had been dragged in by their girlfriends. Layla felt sympathy for these boys because it had to be awkward to stand in a store and watch your girlfriend gush over clothes the whole time. She knew that Molly would probably want to look for a dress for the masquerade if she didn’t already have one, and she also knew that Molly would try and throw dresses on her as well. The problem with having Molly choose the dress would be that her tastes always ended up looking very frilly and girly two things that Layla avoided. But she always appreciated her best friend’s input, so when she heard Molly say to look at what she was holding she felt herself take a step back. The dress was cute, sure, but it was pink and it did not resemble anything she would want to wear to the ball. She was pretty sure the color was what was throwing her off, because she wasn’t known to wear a lot of pink. Maybe it was the fact that the dress seemed to yell femininity, and everything good and right with the world. Definitely not something she would want to wear, of that she was certain.

“It’s so pink and frilly and no way I’m wearing this Molly” she said as she shook her head, “I would look ridiculous in that dress, and you know it:”