“Try this. Walnut, unicorn hair core, twelve and five-eighths inches.” Ollivander passed it over.
“试试这根。胡桃木，独角兽尾羽杖芯，十二又八分之五英寸。”奥利凡德递了过去。
Yaslin looked disappointed, but took it. The second her fingers touched the wood, it sparked a tiny firework.
雅思林有些失望，但还是接了过来。她的手指刚碰到木质杖身，魔杖就绽放出一小簇烟花。
“Perfect—this is yours.” Ollivander sounded certain.
“太完美了——这就是属于你的魔杖。”奥利凡德的语气无比笃定。
“Ah well—not honeysuckle, but it’ll do.” Yaslin sighed, a little let down.
“好吧，虽然不是忍冬木的，但也凑活了。”雅思林叹了口气，略带失落。
By evening, Evelyn was curled up on the white velvet French sofa in her room.
傍晚时分，伊芙林蜷缩在自己房间里的白色丝绒法式沙发上。
Her room was pure French romance—cream and gold, with a giant crystal chandelier shaped like a flower hanging from the ceiling.
她的房间是纯粹的法式浪漫风格——以米白色和金色为主调，天花板上悬挂着一盏巨大的水晶吊灯，造型宛如一朵盛放的花。
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows lay the Isle of Modris; the sea and sky blazed like molten gold at sunset, and silk curtains billowed in the wind, embroidered so beautifully they looked like art.
巨大的落地窗外是莫德里斯岛，落日时分，海洋与天空化作一片熔金般的绚烂，丝绸窗帘在风中翻飞，精致的刺绣美得如同艺术品。
Evelyn adored her room.
伊芙林无比钟爱自己的房间。
There was a plush princess bed with a grand, heavy canopy, a library with a wall of bookshelves (thousands of tomes), two wardrobes, and a jewelry room—more than enough for her love of nice things. Even the bathroom was sleek and romantic.
房间里有一张柔软的公主床，配有华丽厚重的床幔；一个藏书室，整面墙的书架上摆满了数千册书籍；两个衣帽间和一个首饰间——足以满足她对精致事物的热爱。就连浴室都布置得时尚又浪漫。
But the balcony and bay window were her favorite parts.
而阳台和飘窗是她最爱的地方。
Every piece of furniture was custom French couture—nothing like Daniel’s stuffy, boring old-fashioned room.
每一件家具都是定制的法式高级定制款，和丹尼尔那间沉闷乏味的复古房间截然不同。
Evelyn found a custom wizard’s robe Daniel had sent her. She opened the box, and a note fluttered out.
伊芙林发现了丹尼尔寄给她的一件定制巫师袍。她打开礼盒，一张卡片飘了出来。
The note read:
Dear Evelyn,
Had this black wizard’s robe custom-made just for you—it’s fancier than Madam Malkin’s, top-quality fabric. Don’t worry, it’s dead comfy.
Your friend,
Daniel.
卡片上写着：
亲爱的伊芙林：
这件黑色巫师袍是我专门为你定制的——做工比摩金夫人的还要精致，用的是顶级面料。放心，穿起来特别舒服。
你的朋友
丹尼尔
“Blimey, this is nice.” Evelyn gasped, pressing the robe to her face. “Proper soft—same stuff as my usual things.”
“哇，这也太好看了吧。”伊芙林惊叹一声，把巫师袍贴在脸上：“手感真软——和我平时用的料子一样好。”
It smelled of jasmine—he’d clearly spritzed it with perfume and charmed the scent to last—and the cuffs were stitched with gold thread, stunning.
衣服上弥漫着茉莉花香，显然是他特意喷了香水，还施了魔法让香味持久不散——袖口用金线绣缀，美得令人惊艳。
The robe was plain in style, but the fine fabric made it feel like stardust sewn into shadow.
这件袍子款式简约，但优质的面料让它宛如将星尘缝入暗影之中，气质出众。
“Daniel’s a good bloke,” Evelyn said, then called a house-elf to take it to be dry-cleaned.
“丹尼尔人真不错。”伊芙林说着，唤来家养小精灵把袍子拿去干洗。
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