“We learned a bit of everything really,” She replied with a shrug, “All the basic subjects you learn, math, english, history and muggle objects, a bit of science. We also learned transfiguration, potions, defense against the dark arts, flying, astronomy, basic wand work, herbology, history of witches and wizards, and a hundred other choice classes.” Alex rattled off the list like she knew it by heart and looked over at him, “What other classes did you take?”
"Chorus." He stared out at the road again, somewhat relaxed. "Woodshop. My dad wanted to make sure that I knew how to do everything I would need without the help of my mother's or brother's magic, so I got a lot of hand-on stuff. But Chorus was my mom's idea."
“You sing?” She asked and tipped her head to the side in question, slightly surprised but not judging. There was usually more guys than girls in the Hogwarts choir anyway. It had never been her thing, as she was too busy trying to make her father proud, but she knew a few of her classmates who were in it.
"Not anymore," he said, scrunching his nose up as he took a right turn into a small town. "Like I said, it was my mom's idea, not mine."
Alex nodded, wondering what it would be like to sing just because and not have to worry about what time you were wasting, “You must have a good voice then, if you were in choir and all.” She looked out the window again and gently pulled her legs up so she was sitting crisscross on the seat.
He shrugged. "I was alright."
Yet another silence blanketed the cab of the truck. Slate glanced over at Alex when he came across a red light, frowning.
"Those clothes are too noticeable," he said "And don't look very comfortable. Want to go shopping?"
“They’re actually more comfortable than they look, and no, it’s my uniform. I can’t just change out of my uniform and into muggle clothes, I’m in the middle of a case.” She glanced down at her clothes, silently admitting that he did have a point. Her clothes stood out way too much unless she was dressed to go to a formal meeting.
He gave her a look. "I think they'll let it slide, considering we're getting chased by a band of head-hunting wizards. If you don't want to go shopping, I have a few extra clothes in my duffel bag."
Alex scowled and was silent for a moment before giving in, “Alright, what do you have for clothes I could borrow, Mr. Isaac? Before I resort to shopping.” She actually enjoyed shopping, or more accurately, looking at clothes she liked, checking the price tag and walking away before she got a heart attack over the prices
"Pair of sweatpants, a T-shirt, and a hoodie." After a moment of thought, he continued. "I'll put the sweatpants through the wash to shrink them, and they should fit. I'm not that much bigger than you."
She raised an eyebrow and looked between the two of them, not truly believing his statement. He was taller than her and had quite a lot more muscle than she did, along with no breasts and slightly less curvy hips. She didn’t have many curves in her hips, but they were there. “I’ll just go shopping whenever we find a thrift store.” Alex had found that thrift stores were the best place to shop if she needed clothes she didn’t care about much, or were in her usual price range.
Slate shrugged, pulling out onto the intersection when the light turned green.
"I was just tryin' to save a bit of money," he responded, scanning the area to the lest and right of them for a thrift shop.
“I don’t want you to be stuck in one pair of clothes this whole case.” She looked as well for any thrift shop, as well as keeping her eye out for a place to eat. Alex’s attention drifted to what she should wear instead of a shop and she sighed, realizing how little she knew about the muggle world and what she should wear to blend in.
"This isn't a case," he said, rolling his eyes. "I'm just trying to get my brother back."
He pulled into a small corner store, filing into the first parking space he could find.
"My tastes might not be very good, but it'll keep you blended in," he said, shutting the truck off.
Alex shook her head and just mumbled under her breath, “There’s more to this than just finding your brother.” She looked around as they pulled into the parking space and she got out of the car, nodding, “As long as I don’t look like I rolled out of a trash can.”
"I'll try my best," he said, then snaked a devilish grin. "Or will I?"
They walked into the store, Slate slipping the gun into the front of his waistband just before walking into the doors. It was clearly an old store, full of hand-me-downs and random objects from the early 2000's and older.
“You better, Mr. Isaac, or we will not be on good terms,” She threatened, mostly joking, though there was a bit of realness in what she was saying. Alex followed him to the door with a hand on her wand at all times, going in and looking around with the most confused but excited look on her face. This place was weird but interesting, with so many clashing styles, patterns, colors, and everything else.
"So……" He frowned, shifting through a shirt rack. He produced a clean, nice-looking longsleeved blue shirt and showed it to Alex, raising his eyebrows. "Whatcha think?"
Alex looked it over with a nod, "Not too bad, I would wear it." She liked the color of it, and if Slate was showing her the shirt than she was sure it would help her blend in. A win-win.
"Well, here," he said, handing the shirt over to her and frowning at the pants. "What size are you?"
"I think I was told I'm a size two in muggle measurements," She replied, taking the shirt as she tried to remember what size she was told when she first got her uniform for the ministry, "If there's a pair and they're a little big, I could just find a belt as well."
"Hm……." He sifted through the rack for a few more moments, releasing a small "Aha!" when he produced a pair of jeans her size. "Tada!"
"Is there a place in here that I should try these on?" She asked, a smile twitching at her lips as she looked at the jeans and decided that based just on the look of them that they would fit. She didn't know if she was going to blend in though, she just had to trust Slate.
He gestured over to the "Dressing Room" sign that hung over two doors, one labeled for men and the other for women. As they walked towards it, he plucked a cowboy hat from a hat rack and placed it on the top of her head.
"Fits well," Slate said with a wide smile.