“Mardella do you..” Draco clenched his hand into a fist to try and calm the nerves that tried to shake him. He lifted his head to look resolutely into her brown eyes through the mirror, “Are all your clients human?”
Though as she walked away with shaking shoulders to try and conceal her laughter, the thought of her only having human clients did seem a bit silly. They were wizards, weren’t they? He ignored the slight burn of his embarrassment to inspect more of his outfit’s details. Mardelle had done well in choosing silver accessories to go with his own greyish eyes and the robes and cape were tailored to fit his figure well enough to satisfy the part of him that silently wished for some colour, but what else did he expect from the woman who had been styling him since he was a seven.