Harry is thrilled. He’s stumbling a little coming out the wizarding bank, his legs feeling shaky and trembling, his heart pounding in his chest. He’s pretty sure he’s grinning.
He’s heard about roller coasters before, seen pictures, and he thinks that maybe that is what one feels like.
Hagrid, on the other hand, looks nearly green. “Might as well get yer uniform,” Hagrid tells him, gesturing towards a shop that apparently sells robes.
That’s what it said on the letter, as well, though he doesn’t understand why they want children to wear robes for school instead of trousers.
“Listen, Harry, would yeh mind if I slipped off few a pick-me-up in the Leaky Cauldron? I hate them Gringotts cars.”
Harry isn’t sure how he can argue, and Hagrid does look rather sick, so Harry nods, watching Hagrid head off before walking into Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions alone.
His heart is pounding again, though this is not in excitement but nervousness. The woman who greets him is short, dressed robes of a light purplish color.
He hopes he doesn’t need to buy robes of that color; his classmates would never let him live it down.
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