"Harry, Harry, HARRY!" shouted Ron. Harry had slept at the Burrow because Dudley had stole and ate a Canary Cream and Harry, consequently, was kicked out of the Dursley household. Harry looked over his shoulder out the window and saw that it was almost noon! He had to go to a robe fitting at 2. Harry ran downstairs at ran into Fred and George (who were even sleepier than Harry if possible) who stifled simultaneous yawns and went into the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley, who was wide awake, was fixing pancakes and muggle bacon. "I'm making flour-egg-milk-butter-and-sugar mix on the fire, and some skinned pig back covered in pepper and grease!" Mrs. Weasley joyfully exclaimed. Ron came in and sat on the stool, missing the stool by about 2 feet, fell to the ground, and and some pancake batter in his hair "AH! BLOODY SHALLOPS THIS BURNS!" Ron shouted, and everyone, including himself, burst into laughing. Except for Percy, who was working on a paper to tell why dragon hide should be taxed higher, a paper Charlie highly despised. Ron got up, got the batter out of his hair, and started eating the bacon. After everyone ate, including hedwig and Pigwigeon, Harry got up, and went to his room, and started to get his clean robes. "Harry?" Mr. Weasley hollered, "Is this white liquid edible? The one that came off the Pig Back strips?" "DON'T DRINK THAT MR. WEASLEY!" Harry shouted, running down the stairs with his robes only down to his knees, and stopped Mr. Weasley from drinking bacon grease. Harry pulled down his robes to fix them, and head out the door with them.
As the group reached Diagon Alley, they heard the hustle and bustle of wizards debating the best broom model, to the fetching witches exchanging gossip about the Irish quidditch team. Harry and the Weasleys reached a new shop in the area, Mr. Sleav's Designer Dress Robes and Coolest Cloaks. Harry was surprised that such a long name fit so neatly on such a tiny sign. They got off and went inside. The first thing they noticed was how tall and lanky Mr. Sleav was. He wore a black rimmed top hat, and bright purple robes that looked like it had a firewhiskey the stain from his chest to right above his bare feet. "It's not a stain!" Mr. Sleav said as if he had read Harry's mind, "It's called modern art" He said and half scowled at Harry. "Don't mess with that boys" He said whenever the twins started making funny faces at the mannequin modeling a purple tunic. She slapped George hard across the cheek scolded them, to which they quickly apologized to her. Ginny watched and chuckled from the back of the store while George rubbed his sore cheek slowly. Fred told Ron that if he insulted the mannequin, he would give him a sickle. Ron, not knowing that the mannequin could fight back, fell for it and got a sore nose. Ron blushed violently as he returned to the fitting room. Mr. Sleav heavily sighed and asked Harry his robe size. "Er... I think I'm a medium? Harry replied. Mr. Sleav snapped his fingers and a robe magicked around Harry. The robes were maybe an inch too long, yet Mr. Sleav said "No, No, No. This is much too long for you. You must be an extra-large-small with semi-medium shortened 15/16 cuff lengths, darling." Harry groaned as he tried on another pair. "PERFECTO!" yelled Mr. Sleav. After what felt like an hour of robe fitting, they were finally through finding robes and went to check out when Mr. Sleav winked our Percy, who didn't noticed since he was still writing his paper. Mr. Sleav asked Mr. Weasley something, and his response was "19." Mr. Sleav seemed sadder, walked over to the checkout desk, and said, "That will be two Galleons Mrs. Weasley" Mr. Sleav said very tiredly. She handed him the galleons and they all walked out with their fancy new robes.