Glamour

Marks

As with many things, it started slowly. Small doodles on the edge of the parchment during class, and the occasional scribble when he was taking a break from his homework. Before he knew it, Harry was having to borrow spare parchment off Hermione and Neville as he had used the last of his up trying to get a perfect drawing of Hedwig. Hermione had asked where his parchment had gone, and Harry just said he left it in the transfiguration classroom and by the time he went back to get it someone had already taken it.

The drawings were a more closely kept secret than his sexuality.

It was not a surprise that Harry's first destination that Hogsmeade weekend was to Scrivenshaw's. He had left a slightly annoyed Ron with Seamus outside Quality Quidditch Supplies and followed Hermione into the brightly lit book and stationary store.

Rolls of parchment were stacked haphazardly on the shelves, colourful signs advertising the various properties and prices. Down the centre of the store displays of quills in every colour and type were proudly presented, dispersed between vials of ink in every colour and hue. Towards the back of the shop this merged into bookshelves holding a small selection of books and journals.

After grabbing a couple of packs of parchment, Harry turned back to the journals, carefully flicking through the thick pages. The cheapest was just a galleon, although it only had about twenty pages and Harry knew he would fill it before the end of the month. Looking over towards the more expensive journals, Harry saw a beautiful blue moleskin book, the sign boasted its expanding pages (Up to 200 sheets yet still only feels like 10!). At twelve galleons, it was much more expensive than the others available, but it called out to him and he could almost see himself sat sketching in it.

Ignoring the small part of him that cautioned careful use of his money, Harry picked up the moleskin journal, grabbing two of the cheap one galleon journals as well before moving on to the quills and inks. Even though his writing had come on a long way, Harry was still not overly comfortable with using a quill for something as fine as drawing, so he brushed over the feathery displays, stopping instead at a small selection of fountain pens and charcoal pencils. The small selection made his choice much easier, and Harry quickly grabbed a small pack of charcoals before heading to the till.

Placing his purchases in his book bag, Harry looked around to see Hermione was still absorbed in the new journals at the back of the store, so he said a quick farewell, promising to meet up with her again at the Three Broomsticks.

Leaving the warmth of the store, Harry crossed the street and slipped inside Gladrags. He had heard from others that it was by no means as good as the clothing stores in Diagon Alley, but he should be able to get a decent set of wizard-wear for a fairly decent price. Mannequins were situated around the open room displaying some of the styles the shop had on offer, the walls lined with fabric samples. On the few tables, catalogues were open displaying the full range of items the shop held, as well as advertising a custom design service.

A few Hufflepuff girls giggled as they walked past him, comparing scraps of frilly fabric against each other. Harry quickly made his way to the back of the store, where the men's clothes were displayed. Picking up a catalogue, he started to flick through it, looking in confusion at the wide range of robes and other items. Harry sighed, slowly coming to the conclusion that he had no idea what a proper wizarding wardrobe looked like. He had a feeling that if he tried to attempt this himself he would look just as ridiculous as when wizards tried to dress as muggles.

"Can I help you dear?" Harry looked up to see a middle aged lady in practical navy robes, various pins and tape measures adorning the outfit.

"Uh, yeah," Harry stuttered, "I um, need wizarding clothes but don't"