RETAIL THERAPY
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
According to Mrs.Curtiss there was no therapy greater than retail therapy and Sasporilla had trouble finding clothes that fit her in her wardrobe. She hadn't realized that though she was still small, she had grown just a few inches in hospital. It was time for new clothes and some new robes but even though getting her books and school supplies was of paramount importance, Diagon Alley was no longer a safe place. A dark element lurked there causing no end of trouble.
The Curtiss family and the Buckets decided they would go together, escorted by D.I. Nick Owlmore. Nothing said to a band of thugs, stay away from our us or else, like having a well known Aurer accompany you.
Sasporilla could have easily made do with used robes and old books, like she always had, but uncle Nick insisted that the aurers fund paid for new just as gladly as used. The book list was long as this was Sasporillas third year at Hogwarts. She was able to get everything she needed quickly as Diagon Alley seemed almost empty.
Sasporilla paused at the boarded up windows of Olivanders wand shop. She could almost hear the vibrations of the wand singing to her from inside. It Seemed a shame to close the shop. Quality wand shops were hide to find and Olivanders was the best. What would the first years do? Sasporilla wondered.
The Curtiss family ran up quite a bill with everything they needed. Kandy had pretty much stopped growing but still needed her books and supplies. The wins however were growing like weeds and if Karry was anything like her oldest sister and mother, as it appeared she was, they would need to buy her robes a tad larger so she could grow into them.
The sooner they could get out of Diagon Alley the better they'd feel. It was just a matter of getting the children the proper cauldrons and they'd be off.
There was a bit of a commotion outside the shop. A group of well dressed but odd looking young men walked past, signing autographs, for a gallion each, and posing for photographs for the Daily Prophet. Sasporilla looked out through the window and locked eyes with Marlon Wormwood. It was then she realized the people at the center of the disturbance were the Weird Sisters. Marlon Wormwood smiled and headed jauntily towards the shop. His tall thin frame was accentuated by the tight black pinstripe suit he wore. His greasy long black hair topped with a chapeau straight off the mad hatter.
The shop bell rang as he stepped through the door. He stepped quickly over to Sasporilla Bucket, took off his top hat and bowed politely before her.
"Sasporilla Bucket." Marlon Woormwood grinned. "I'm so happy to see you up and around! All healed then?"
"Just about." Sassy said holding up her cane.
"Ah yes." Marlon said holding up his own walking stick. "Well I was wondering what you thought of the album we sent you?"
"I thought it horrifically appalling!" Sasporilla said.
"Sasporilla!" Wysteria gasped. "Don't be rude!"
"Yes child." Marlon said grabbing and kissing Wysterias hand. "Listen to your mother."
Wysteria pulled her hand away. "It's not that I disagree with my daughters assessment", Wysteria frowned a tad sickened by the very forward young man, "I just think niceties should be observed."
"Indeed." Marlon said donning his top hat and stepping toward the shop door. "Perhaps our new recording will change your mind Miss Bucket. It will be out around Christmas. Good day."
With that Marlon Wormwood closed the shop door behind him and ran oddly back to his band mates where he turned and waved his hands tauntingly at her. It was then and there Sasporilla Bucket knew it had been Marlon Wormwood that had attacked her that day, pushing her head into the water and making deathly ill.
"Uncle Nick." Sasporilla said. "It was him that pushed me in that dirty water."
"Are you sure?" Nick Owlmore asked.
"I'm certain of it." Sasporilla said.
Nick left the shop but couldn't catch the band before they'd aparated away. He returned to Sasporilla with the bitter sweet news.
"I couldn't catch up to them." Nick said. "But I'll have the lot of them hauled in for questioning by days end."
Kollen convinced Wysteria the place to buy casual clothes was in the muggle shops home in Essex. The selection was much broader though perhaps the quality not as good. However one could not beat the exchange rate. For the cost of outfit in Diagon alley Kolleen could clothe all of her children from head to toe from the muggle shops.
Wysteria bought Sasporilla almost ten new outfits, all just a tad big so she could grow into them. With luck they'd get two years out of them. Buying intimates was always something Sasporilla hated doing. Wysteria usually had to drag Sasporilla kick and screaming to look at knickers but with Karrys influence they went through them laughing and joking. Kolleen had Karry try on
brassieres. She was developing fast and needed them. Wysteria took Sassy over to the training bras.
"Mom I don't want to wear one." Sasporilla insisted.
"My dear girl." Wysteria smiled holding different styles up in front of her daughters chest for comparison. "All the other girls wear them don't they?"
"Well yes, but." Sasporilla said.
"And your just of age when girls of my family start to blossom ya?"
"I guess." Sasporilla said hanging her head.
"If you wait until your in full bloom to to start wearing a bra you'll take forever to get comfortable wearing one." Wysteria reassured her. "Look these ones are fun, more like sports tops and one has a pink bow and the other a rose."
Sasporilla conceded the point. Wysteria could buy them for her and force her to wear one at home but at school she was out of sight out of mind. She just had to smile and nod now and do what she pleased later.
Make up was not something Sasporilla or her mother ever really used. The Bucket girls usually just let their natural beauty shine through. The Curtiss women swore by their collections of of make up in all colours for every mood and every occasion though it was all a bit new to Karry.
Kolleen helped the girls pick out makeup that suited them but was not overtly to adult for them. Sasporilla had to admit she liked a bit of makeup. It made her feel grown up and pretty. As she looked at herself in the mirror she noticed someone staring at her from the back of the shop. It was the shabby man! She turned quickly but the shabby man had disappeared.
The Curtiss family and the Buckets decided they would go together, escorted by D.I. Nick Owlmore. Nothing said to a band of thugs, stay away from our us or else, like having a well known Aurer accompany you.
Sasporilla could have easily made do with used robes and old books, like she always had, but uncle Nick insisted that the aurers fund paid for new just as gladly as used. The book list was long as this was Sasporillas third year at Hogwarts. She was able to get everything she needed quickly as Diagon Alley seemed almost empty.
Sasporilla paused at the boarded up windows of Olivanders wand shop. She could almost hear the vibrations of the wand singing to her from inside. It Seemed a shame to close the shop. Quality wand shops were hide to find and Olivanders was the best. What would the first years do? Sasporilla wondered.
The Curtiss family ran up quite a bill with everything they needed. Kandy had pretty much stopped growing but still needed her books and supplies. The wins however were growing like weeds and if Karry was anything like her oldest sister and mother, as it appeared she was, they would need to buy her robes a tad larger so she could grow into them.
The sooner they could get out of Diagon Alley the better they'd feel. It was just a matter of getting the children the proper cauldrons and they'd be off.
There was a bit of a commotion outside the shop. A group of well dressed but odd looking young men walked past, signing autographs, for a gallion each, and posing for photographs for the Daily Prophet. Sasporilla looked out through the window and locked eyes with Marlon Wormwood. It was then she realized the people at the center of the disturbance were the Weird Sisters. Marlon Wormwood smiled and headed jauntily towards the shop. His tall thin frame was accentuated by the tight black pinstripe suit he wore. His greasy long black hair topped with a chapeau straight off the mad hatter.
The shop bell rang as he stepped through the door. He stepped quickly over to Sasporilla Bucket, took off his top hat and bowed politely before her.
"Sasporilla Bucket." Marlon Woormwood grinned. "I'm so happy to see you up and around! All healed then?"
"Just about." Sassy said holding up her cane.
"Ah yes." Marlon said holding up his own walking stick. "Well I was wondering what you thought of the album we sent you?"
"I thought it horrifically appalling!" Sasporilla said.
"Sasporilla!" Wysteria gasped. "Don't be rude!"
"Yes child." Marlon said grabbing and kissing Wysterias hand. "Listen to your mother."
Wysteria pulled her hand away. "It's not that I disagree with my daughters assessment", Wysteria frowned a tad sickened by the very forward young man, "I just think niceties should be observed."
"Indeed." Marlon said donning his top hat and stepping toward the shop door. "Perhaps our new recording will change your mind Miss Bucket. It will be out around Christmas. Good day."
With that Marlon Wormwood closed the shop door behind him and ran oddly back to his band mates where he turned and waved his hands tauntingly at her. It was then and there Sasporilla Bucket knew it had been Marlon Wormwood that had attacked her that day, pushing her head into the water and making deathly ill.
"Uncle Nick." Sasporilla said. "It was him that pushed me in that dirty water."
"Are you sure?" Nick Owlmore asked.
"I'm certain of it." Sasporilla said.
Nick left the shop but couldn't catch the band before they'd aparated away. He returned to Sasporilla with the bitter sweet news.
"I couldn't catch up to them." Nick said. "But I'll have the lot of them hauled in for questioning by days end."
Kollen convinced Wysteria the place to buy casual clothes was in the muggle shops home in Essex. The selection was much broader though perhaps the quality not as good. However one could not beat the exchange rate. For the cost of outfit in Diagon alley Kolleen could clothe all of her children from head to toe from the muggle shops.
Wysteria bought Sasporilla almost ten new outfits, all just a tad big so she could grow into them. With luck they'd get two years out of them. Buying intimates was always something Sasporilla hated doing. Wysteria usually had to drag Sasporilla kick and screaming to look at knickers but with Karrys influence they went through them laughing and joking. Kolleen had Karry try on
brassieres. She was developing fast and needed them. Wysteria took Sassy over to the training bras.
"Mom I don't want to wear one." Sasporilla insisted.
"My dear girl." Wysteria smiled holding different styles up in front of her daughters chest for comparison. "All the other girls wear them don't they?"
"Well yes, but." Sasporilla said.
"And your just of age when girls of my family start to blossom ya?"
"I guess." Sasporilla said hanging her head.
"If you wait until your in full bloom to to start wearing a bra you'll take forever to get comfortable wearing one." Wysteria reassured her. "Look these ones are fun, more like sports tops and one has a pink bow and the other a rose."
Sasporilla conceded the point. Wysteria could buy them for her and force her to wear one at home but at school she was out of sight out of mind. She just had to smile and nod now and do what she pleased later.
Make up was not something Sasporilla or her mother ever really used. The Bucket girls usually just let their natural beauty shine through. The Curtiss women swore by their collections of of make up in all colours for every mood and every occasion though it was all a bit new to Karry.
Kolleen helped the girls pick out makeup that suited them but was not overtly to adult for them. Sasporilla had to admit she liked a bit of makeup. It made her feel grown up and pretty. As she looked at herself in the mirror she noticed someone staring at her from the back of the shop. It was the shabby man! She turned quickly but the shabby man had disappeared.
PLEASE REMEMBER
I am in no way affiliated with Warner Bros. or with J.K.Rowling. My work is purely that of fan fiction & do not ask for, nor accept money, gifts or other compensation for my work. If you really feel you must do something, research which charities J.K.Rowling donates to, then donate to them as such.
I am in no way affiliated with Warner Bros. or with J.K.Rowling. My work is purely that of fan fiction & do not ask for, nor accept money, gifts or other compensation for my work. If you really feel you must do something, research which charities J.K.Rowling donates to, then donate to them as such.