"I would've liked it Blue.."
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✦•······················•✦'Madam Malkin'
The word etched in a gold colored font.
The purple 'palace' towered over Chatt. Display of mannequins eloquently placed behind windows. Chatt entered.
Inside was unnerving. Multiple students getting their robes fitted by either attendants or enchanted pins.
As Chatt entered—someone approached him.
"Here for your Hogwarts robes, are we?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Come—come then!"
The attendant witch led him to a short pedestal, infront, a full sized mirror for convenience.
"Well?" "Go on then." She gestures to the pedestal.
Chatt stepped on it and instantly a robe was draped on him. Which..felt like a blanket honestly. The sleeves were too long and the ends of the robe draping the floor making it feel more like a gown!
"Black..?" He said, as the witch was making the required adjustments.
"Is this really colour?"
"Yes my dear." "This is the standard Hogwarts robe." The witch answered whilst working on it diligently.
Chatt grumbled. He remembered the Beuxbaton's uniform was of a pleasant blue color. He liked Blue.
But instantly, the witch went to work. Chatt's robe was pinned, measured and drawn on. Ensuring the robe fits perfectly. Measuring tapes floating about, measuring his waist, arm, and leg accurately.
Chatt stood steadily. After the what-not, the witch took off the robe and went off somewhere else. Chatt stood akwardly.
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The witch peeked out from the doorway.
"You can sit back down dear!"
"Oh—ok." As Chatt expected, the witch made the changes in Chatts robe. Then he remembered. He took out the severely crumpled parchment from his front jacket pocket once more.
[reducio]
[ ] Three (black) plain work robes, standard model;
[ ] A pointed hat (black);
[ ] A pair of protective gloves;
[ ] A winter cloak (black with silver fastenings).
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I need three.. He remembered correctly.
With perfect timing the same witch came back but with a neat looking paper bag.
"Ah—sorry but I need three.?"
"Don't worry dear! Within, you shall discover three splendid Hogwarts robes, each one meticulously tailored to suit your frame just perfectly."
"Ohh."
"If you need anything, you can purchase the necessary clothing you still need right—" she'd point. "There."
Chatt bowed appreciatively. "Thank you."
The witch smiled and head off to work on another student. "Here for your Hogwarts robes my dear?" He'd hear her say once more.
He quickly spotted the pointed hat. He'd compare it to the list to see if it matches the description. Quickly found the work gloves and a neat winter cloak.
"That'd be..a Galleon, 11 Sickles and 8 Knuts please."
"A Galleon..?"
"Yes dear."
Surprisingly cheap...
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After walking out the store he'd been realized that he already finished obtaining his supplies. Now—he just waits for his father.
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