From Orphan to a Dragon's Child

A well needed trip to Hogsmead

Upon reaching Hogsmead, Professor McGonogall release Harry from her arm and allowed him to enter Galdrags and Wizardwear for his robes, smiling lightly when moved quickly. 

Entering the shop quietly, he called out for anyone before waiting in the centre of the room. Not a few seconds later, did an astute old man come bustling in, wearing a big smile that grew wider upon seeing him.

"Mr Potter, this is a surprise, how can I help you?"

"Hello Mr..." Spouting off a polite hello before realising he didn't know his name.

"I'm Mr Galdrag, but you can call me Lyle, Mr Potter" He greeted kindly

"Well then you may call me Harry, Lyle" Harry returned politely in doing so made his smile impossibly larger.

Lyle was a spry old man, thin with a full head of brown hair with large flecks of white hair, with a thick handlebar moustache and a neatly shaven goatee. Wearing nicely tailored open robes that obviously hinted his profession was professional.

"Well then, Harry, how may I help you?" still grinning at his customer, who stood straight backed and has entered the shop with an air of importance and determination. 

"Well...Lyle, I'd like to have a pair of dress robes made for the up coming Yule Ball, I have been most unfortunately forced to attend, so if I must, then I shall attend in style." Harry finished with a small sigh at his misfortune. 

When looking up from his clenched fist, Harry was greeted with the sight of Lyle stroking his goatee in deep thought, staring intensely at himself.

"Have you thought about what kind of robe you'd like to have? Open robes, Closed robes, full ankle robes, high collared? No collar? Long sleeved or short sleeved?" 

Upon seeing his befuddled face, Lyle made a small chuckle before inviting him to sit down in from of the fire, a low coffee table sat between the two deep leather couches, positioned in front of a roaring fire, that was very much welcome in this time of snowy weather.

"Why don't we start writing down your likes and dislikes and I can construct you one from scratch?"

Hearing his kind words and encouraging manner, Harry relaxed slightly and offered him a small smile before readily agreeing.

"Right then, lets get started!"

And so began the creation process of his robes, approximately half an hour had passed before he had finally come to a decision with his robes. Quite frankly the sketch Lyle had constructed whilst listening to his rambling was impressive and already had him excited over the prospect.

Bringing the sketch to life visually with a bit of magic, Harry's draw inelegantly dropped open at the sight, and once again in his life, thought he was even worth the wellness of the robes.

Upon seeing his slightly dimming expression, Lyle reached over and patted him encouragingly.

"Harry Potter, I make individual and special robes everyone, no two are ever the same, no matter how similar they look, and I most definitely believe you to be worth this robe, so do not fret" 

Hearing the serious and full address of his name had him concentrating solely on Lyle's face, and hearing his words relayed in such a confident tone had him immediately believing him, no longer doubting himself.

Seeing the situation cleared up, Lyre jumped up from the couch bringing Harry with him and exclaimed in a happy and clearly excited manner.

"Lets get you in these robes shall we!"