Prompt four:
Cloaks
As far as Lysander was concerned, cloaks were very important for wizards. A black one might mean evil, but a yellow one might signal quirkiness. But sometimes, it could be difficult choosing just the right one. He twirled through the rack of them at Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. He was trying to find the perfect one for his proposal to Dominique. He had been there for an hour when he decided to call his dad.
"Expecto Potronum!" he whispered. A white – blue seahorse appeared. "To Rolf Scamander. Tell him to come now." He told it. The seahorse nodded and went off. A minute later Rolf Scamander apparated in the shop.
"What's up, son?" he asked.
"What cloak should I wear to propose to Dominique?" he asked his father.
"Whichever one feels right." He told his son wise fully. With that, he apparated. Lysander spun it to the red one. He brought and apparated to the three broomsticks with a smile on his face.
