A random cloak shop

Amanda stood in the cloak shop, staring at some cloaks. She learned that her old one was too short at this point, and she was going to have to buy a new one. With a gosammer ouch, she ran her fingers across the inside of a black one with golden designs at the bottom. Amanda eyed the price tag wearily, seeing as this was the thirds one today she found, but the other two were too much.

~Sale~ 10 Sickles

Amanda stared at the price tag and then at the purple bag she brought along that was the size of a normal wallet. With a small smile, she picked up the cloak, a new pair of gloves, and went up to the front to pay for them.

Rachel came in, and quickly walked over to a a rather expensive looking dark blue cloak and silver stitching into it. She sighed, admiring it, and reached into her purse to check how much money it was...

A woman came walking towards Rachel. She wore a cloak that was on display in the front of the shop window over a black dress with long sleeves. Her brown hair had some pieces of white in it but she looked like she felt as young as the Hogwarts Groupies. "Helloo~! What a marvelous choice!"

"Hello. And thank you, it's really pretty, and well made." Yes, Rachel COULD be polite if she wanted too. "But, I'm afraid that it's out of my price range for the time being," she had checked the price tag, and she didn't nearly have enough money.

The woman stared at Rachel for a moment and walked off back to her counter. "Always check the Sale Rack..."

"Yes, I know, but," she turned rather sharply at her. "I still can admire things that are more expensive."

The woman's cheery look drained away. "Yea well, kid, if your here to buy your welcome. But keep your paws off my good cloaks. I want my actual customers to buy them."

Rachel's fire than began to ignite. Thankfully though, at this point, it was still pretty much small flames "Stop being so rude! I am a customer! And you must treat your customers with respect!"

"I only refer to those who pay as customers, dear." Acidly said the once cheery worker.

Someone at that moment just let Rachel's fire. Or just pressed her Berserk Button. Your choice. She marched up to the lady and yelled screamed in her face. "WELL, I MIGHT JUST GO AHEAD AND BUY SOMETHING IF SOMEONE ACTUALLY WAS POLITE LIKE I WAS TO THAT SOMEONE! BUT SINCE THAT SOMEONE IS NOT BEING POLITE TO ME, I GUESS I'LL BE JUST AS RUDE TO THEM AS THEY WERE TO ME THEN!"

The lady narrowd her eyes and calmly suggested, "Well, dear, yelling in my face is very rude. Didn't your mother ever tell you that?" o_o I think some of Hogsmeade workers woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

"Well, DEAR, didn't YOUR mother, or perhaps your business manager taught you to be polite with customers?" she asked, using a sarcastic tone in her voice.

The woman glared at Rachel, "Leave. Now!"

"Glad too! And all your other cloaks are crap too!" And than, she actually SPAT onto the woman's counter, and she ran out.

The woman stood still, dumbfounded. "Why I say! What a nasty little Hogwarts student >:O!" As if she did nothing to start a fight. X)