Claire sent a smile at Kabir when he entered, the fact that he and Anjali were betrothed still not having fully sunk in for her. The simple fact that Anjali had no choice in who she married still rather shocked the Gryffindor. Oh, she knew it was a common practice among many of the wealthier pureblood families and still a practice in many Muggle nations as well, but she couldn't claim to have ever understood it.

At her friend's plea, Claire bit her lower lip, her eyes meeting Anjali's before she grabbed the first few robes that he hands touched.

"Here, let's go try these on," she said as she moved her friend towards the changing rooms. "Best case senario, he leaves. Worst case...we have some time to figure out what to do next..."

They weren't the best of options, but then you bet with the hand you were given.