Madam Malkin took the measueres and proceeded to make and fit the robes on Harry, consulting on his preferences in colors, fabric and so on (which he, as most 11 years old boys, did not really have). The store was nor advertizing jeans and sweaters, but it actually had them too due to the growing amount of Muggle-born clients.
Soon Malkin made a neat stack of different clothes, with tighty-whities and socks on top and levitated them to the changing room. "I belive the young master will want to re-dress right now and also make sure eevrything fits. Which I guarantee!" the witch smiled.
She then turned to hagrid, at whome madam Malkin was gazing every now and then. "Could you... maybe... wait outside? I think it might take some time and, well, i have a lot of fraigle fabrics here." she said witha slightly staribned smile, though still in a friendly manner.
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Attention! The situation in my country, as well as the situation on my workplace (which is connected to each other) leave me little to no time, nor mental stability to RP. I cannot start any new RPs, even if I've suggested them before.
I will try to respond then I can, but the pauses might be long. I am very sorry.
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