Prompt 3- Uniform
Word count: 408
Harry's hand shot out to grab Ron's as it began to move back and forward. Ron whined and Harry glared at him, they were supposed to be paying attention; yet all Ron could do was scratch and then whine when Harry stopped him. His best friend may hate him now, but Hermione would thank him when Harry returned her husband free of sore, red skin born from constant scratching.
"…I look around here today and I see so many new faces all eager to begin their next step in life and put the horrible past behind them. Some of you fought in the war while some of you stayed hidden with your families to protect them. From today, you will not be able to stay hidden, you will have to protect your loved ones from the front line."
"Today, you don the uniform of the Auror Corps and that means something. You have learned how to fight, how to protect, and how to reason through any problem you may face. Today, you take your place as Aurors. No longer are you trainees, you will no longer be required to carry coffee around to your mentors, you are an Auror now, and you wear the uniform to prove it. Good luck, Aurors of 2003. You'll need it."
Thunderous applause echoed throughout the auditorium as Kingsley stepped down from the podium. Harry was grinning; he was finally an Auror! While he could have used his fame to be granted immediate Auror status, Harry had decided that that wasn't the best idea and instead made his way through the five years of training with Ron by his side.
Ron, who was at Harry's side scratching the living daylights out of his arms. Harry rolled his eyes, grasped his best mate's hands, and pulled them away from the abused flesh. "Seriously, Ron?"
"I can't help it, Harry! This uniform is bloody itchy!"
"Then use some vinegar or something next time you wash it. Or cast an itch-repellent spell."
Ron gave him a look, "There's no such thing as an itch-repellent spell."
"Well there should be. Now come on, we've got a graduation party to get to. If you can manage to wear your uniform for the rest of the night without scratching, I'll tell Hermione that you were absolutely brilliant, and then I'll ask if we can create an itch-repellent spell so that no one has to go through the new-uniform-itchiness again."