"It's…" Minerva McGonagall could not find the words to describe the sight that fell upon her eyes.
"Amazing? Fabulous? Perfect? Magnificent? Resplendent?" Albus suggested in a voice that seemed to be peppered with an odd need for approval that Minerva had never heard him use before. How could he, the most famous wizard of the century stand before her and ask for her approval? Although, he certainly had startled her.
Minerva's eyes had diverted quickly from his new cloak to the floor, for fear of burning a hole in her retina. Coherent words struggled to form on her tongue.
"Yellow."
A/N: So, we are approaching the end of the alphabet, dear readers. I would like to take this opportunity to thank all those who have graciously read and reviewed; you make writing such a joy. Now, once I stop being soppy, z should be up soon.