{Saanjh Silks, Thane, Mumbai}
{12th July 1992}
{Rigel's POV}
Slipping quietly through the curtains, the gentle ripple of my invisibility hid me from the world as I exhaled. My heart softly pounding from the recent encounter with Parvati, I did leave her behind in the stall. To be honest, she did look hot slumped over with a thoroughly fucked look on her face with my sperm dripping down her thighs.
But a fresh wave of anxiety hit me as I realised Ginny might suspect something was amiss. After a brief hesitation, I quickly ducked into the men's section, glancing around at rows of traditional kurtas and sherwanis, trying to appear engrossed in the fabrics. Hopefully, my brief detour here will serve as a believable excuse.
Satisfied with my somewhat lacking cover story, I didn't wait long as I dispelled the charm and walked back towards the front of the shop, mentally bracing myself for any hoops that I would likely have to jump through. I don't know if it was post-nut clarity, but now I think fucking Parvati in front of her wasn't worth it. Ginny was sharp, and a side effect of my trying to gain her affection was that her attention had been focused on me a lot this past week.
Yet, as I emerged into the main area, I was startled by her appearance. Ginny stood near the front counter, dressed elegantly in a sleek, black saree that hugged her slender frame. My breath caught, and for a moment, all the worries were pushed back. Her vibrant red hair stood out vividly against the dark silk, and the fabric accentuated the gentle curve of her waist and shoulders. There was a subtle sparkle in her eyes as she excitedly spoke with the attendant as I just watched for a moment.
'Her hair, I can now somewhat understand what Minato was thinking...'
Ginny noticed me approaching. Her eyes lit up further as she realised that I was indeed checking her out, and a pleased smile was then painted on her face. Before I could say anything, she rushed toward me, enthusiasm practically radiating off of her.
"Rigel, you're not going to believe it!" she began eagerly, gripping my arm. "The attendant, the woman who helped me with my saree, cast magic with a ring! Not a wand, Rigel, but a ring! Do you think we could learn that as well?"
I blinked, momentarily surprised by her enthusiasm. Then the words sank in, and a thrill of curiosity surged within. "A ring? Like, an actual ring and not a staff like the tourist guides we got mentioned?"
"Yes!" Ginny exclaimed. She looked pleased at her discovery, though I think it had something to do both with the conversation and with her looks. "It had a magical gemstone embedded into it, some kind of 'focus ring,' she said. I think they might use these rings here instead of wands or a staff. Or maybe alongside them?"
It was interesting indeed, from the guide that we bought in Diagon Alley. I had read that most of the magical population in India used staves. Now, where did this focus ring come from? Still, it did allow me to wonder about what else could be different from what we know, maybe some new forms of magic, unexplored methods of using mana, a local runic language like Snaskrit? was it? Even Ginny seemed excited at the idea, though I think she's into it for a chance to use magic before she gets her wand.
"Which attendant?" I asked a little eagerly.
Ginny tugged me forward, grinning triumphantly. "I knew you'd love this."
The attendant greeted me with a practised smile. I quickly introduced myself and asked, "Could you tell us more about these rings? Are they common here?"
The woman nodded politely, her dark eyes brightening slightly at our obvious interest. "Ah, the focus rings. They're common here, yes, particularly among those who prefer subtlety in their casting, though they have become popular over the last half-decade. Staff are effective but very conspicuous. Rings blend more easily into everyday life."
Ginny squeezed my arm in excitement as I pressed on, curiosity driving me. "Is there a place nearby where we can find these rings? And possibly books or scrolls on the magic behind them?"
The woman smiled again and nodded as she replied politely. 'There's a well-known magical shop called 'Jyoti's Staff & Rings,' just down the street. They specialise in custom-made rings and staves, along with many books on local magic practices."
"Perfect," I breathed, exchanging an enthusiastic look with Ginny. "We'll visit there next."
Our conversation was interrupted by familiar laughter echoing through the shop. I turned as Sirius, Harry, Ron, and the twins swaggered toward us, carrying on loudly about their recent exploration of the local broomsticks. Fred was mimicking something he had seen with exaggerated arm movements, while George nodded approvingly, feigning utmost seriousness.
"You missed it, Rigel!" Fred crowed, slapping my shoulder cheerfully. "A shop that sells local broomsticks was allowing us test drives. It looked super shady."
George chuckled heartily. "Almost got Ron here to test-fly one, but he chickened out."
Ron scowled, turning red. "Did not!"
Harry grinned, nudging Ron playfully. "Sure, mate. Whatever helps you sleep tonight."
Sirius just shook his head, amused. "You lot are hopeless."
Parvati joined our laughter as she gracefully stepped forward, wearing a deep red saree that complemented her complexion perfectly. She had a perfect smile plastered on her face, and for a moment, I couldn't help but compare her expressions from moments before. Fred whistled appreciatively, and even Ron managed an impressed nod.
"Wow, you two look incredible," Harry said sincerely, nodding towards Ginny and Parvati.
Ginny blushed slightly, her eyes meeting mine briefly before quickly looking away again. I smiled at her warmly, unable to help myself.
Parvati beamed, enjoying the attention. "Thank you. I decided that I might as well wear it, everyone else outside is dressed quite well, at least in this section of the market."
Ginny shifted a little, a trace of nervousness in her expression as I patted her back softly to show support.
Fred shrugged dramatically. "Well, we could try on some of the kutas, that's what they are called, right? But I fear we'll never look as elegant as the ladies."
"Never stopped you before," George teased, earning a shove from Fred.
As the twins continued their banter, Ginny leaned closer to me, her voice soft. "So, this shop with the rings and books… Are we going there now?"
I nodded eagerly, feeling the familiar excitement of exploration stirring. "Absolutely. I can't wait."
She grinned again. The genuine excitement in her expression eased my awkwardness that still lingered from earlier. For now, at least, it seemed nothing was amiss.
'Did she really not notice anything? I mean, I did try to minimise Parvati's movements with my thrusts, but still...'
"Alright, let's head out," Sirius announced decisively, taking charge as usual. "Jyoti's Staff & Rings, you said?"
I nodded, pushing my worries aside for now, already anticipating what we'd find in this new shop. "It's just down the street. It's also the best place around." Parvati added as we moved to settle the bill for the two sarees before we made our way over.
With laughter and teasing echoing around us, we exited the saree shop and entered the vibrant street, Ginny and Parvati walking gracefully ahead in their new sarees. I paused briefly, letting my eyes linger on the elegant silhouette Ginny made in the black silk, feeling a warm flutter of anticipation as my eyes lingered on their naked waists and the elegant curves as the pair of hips danced as they walked.
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AN- Plot for the summer starts soon, I'm finally going to try some action scenes soon with Rigel and the gang exploring some mysteries.
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