8 May 2025, 19:04
There's a Difference: Dragon Hide Gloves vs. Protective Gloves. {solo}{finished}
Three (black) plain work robes, standard model
A pointed hat (black)
A pair of protective gloves
A winter cloak (black with silver fastenings)
This was Elm's list. He'd checked and checked and triple checked it to make sure he'd bought everything the first time he'd entered but still, he had forgotten one thing.
The boy's eyes widen as he glanced at the gloves he'd purchased and then the tag: Dragon Hide Gloves.
Suddenly, he yelled aloud, "Shit!!!" A crowd was starting to form, stopping their carts and shopping to stare at the tall red-head's dilemma. He raced a hand through his locks quickly, his eyes shooting back up to the sign hanging loosely over Madam Malkin's store. A passerby asked inquisitively, "Tis the problem, laddie?"
Elm gulped shyly, looking up at the tall older gentleman, "Bought the wrong gloves, sir."
The older man chuckled merrily, "Aye, that ya did. Those are Dragon Hide Gloves. But dontcha worry now, lad. Here just go back in, tell the store clerk ya made a wee mistake, and buy the right kind, now."
His eyes widened, glancing to the store and then back. Twisting his fingers, he grinned, "Would that really work, sir?"
"Would indeed." The reply came back.
With a quick, "thank you, sir," the boy ran back into the shop. Handing the gloves to the store clerk, he explained his dilemma, received a pair of Protective Gloves, and took back the extra change. As he stared at the silver sickles in his palm, he sighed happily. The man who had helped him had an old Hufflepuff Badge. Hufflepuffs sure were nice at Hogwarts and now that he'd met them, he'd do anything to be one. Even if his parents were Ravenclaws.
A pureblood with a fascination for muggle objects, pygmy puffs, and plants.
Fav. Season: Fall