Sero Hanta sat at a very lonely table in the inn, waiting for his classmates to come downstairs for breakfast.

Eventually, at 7:23am, two of his classmates, Ashido and Hagakure, appeared at the top of the stairs. As soon as they'd spotted him, they came bounding down the stairs towards him.

"Hey Sero!" Ashido said as the arrived at the not-as-lonely-anymore table.

"Where's everyone else? I thought at least Iida would be down here by now." Hagakure asked as the girls sat down.

As if he had been summoned, Iida, as well as Midoriya and Todoroki could all be seen making their way towards the table.

"Hey, does anyone know how we're meant to get breakfast here?" Ashido asked as the others each took a seat.

"Oh! Yeah," Midoriya started, "the same way as dinner. We tell the bar-keeper our room number, then the food we want. It's all payed by Hogwarts."

"Well the last thing I ate was a lolly-snake on the plane, so I'm starving!" Ashido announced, running off to order some food, being closely followed by the others at the table, with Iida yelling about not running indoors.

There were lots of ordinary non-Japanese things on the menu, such as toast, breakfast sausages, bacon and eggs, milkshakes and other things like that. But there were also things they'd never heard of before, like pumpkin juice and butterbeer.

"Ooooh, butterbeer sounds interesting! Is there any alcohol in it though?" The bartender tilted his head, as if he couldn't understand a word Ashido was saying. Given the fact she was still speaking in Japanese, that was likely the case.

"Hey Ashido, you might want to try English." Hanta suggested. The pink girl's eyes went wide with realisation, she nodded and turned back towards the bartender. She asked the question again, this time in, slightly broken, English. The bartender shook his head, causing Ashido to get excited. She was bouncing up and down, and nearly stood on his foot.

"That means I can try it! I'll have a butter-" Hanta blocked out her chattering, he was still trying to choose what he should get to eat. Eventually, he settled for some jam toast and a milkshake.

While the group ate, more and more of their class and teachers joined them, grabbing some food on the way. The ones who'd slept through dinner last night having to be told what to do.

"Right, we're gonna need teh split up." Hagrid said to the class as he opened up the archway to Diagon Alley again.

After the man had split them all up into four groups of five, with one adult each, he gave all the teachers a bag of coins and pointed them towards all the shops they needed to go to. Shoji Mezo followed his group's assigned teacher, Present Mic, to a shop with a purple exterior, with a sign that he believed read 'Madam Malkin's' in the centre in a very hard to read font. In his opinion at least.

Once Mic had made sure their group, Tokoyami, Asui, Shinso, Aoyama and himself, were all there, they entered the store. Mic went up to the counter and asked the lady there, presumably the owner of the shop, for some help getting their Hogwarts school uniform.

"I'll need to measure you all so I can tailor the robes to your sizes. I don't know why you didn't come at the start of the school year, I don't normally get people asking for school robes at this time of year." Wait, robes? What kind of school uniform was this to require robes? By the time Mezo stoped questioning reality, the lady was already at the back of the store, where there were two little platforms with measuring tape and pins on a small table, and a whole rack of plain robes behind it.

"Now, how many sets do you need?" The woman asked, grabbing a robe off the rack and pulling Asui onto the platform, already sticking pins in it as she slipped it over her head, with the measuring tape wizzing around in the air. Some sort of telekinesis quirk, if Mezo were to take a guess.

"Well, three sets for each student, and there's twenty students, so sixty sets of Hogwarts robes, please." Mic said.

"Sixty sets?! Well, I can't get all that done in a day-"

"A few hours, actually..."

"Hours?! Why didn't you come here sooner?! The best I can do is twenty sets by the end of the day, I'll have to deliver the rest in the following days.. I'd be able to do more if I got some help though. It's my intern's day off."

"We just need twenty by the time we leave here today, the rest can be delivered after. If you'd like, we can help, and so will the others once they've finished their shopping."

"If you could get started on measuring him," the lady pointed to Aoyama, "that would already be a huge help. You just need to put the robe on him, and pin it until it fits properly."

Aoyama grabbed a robe from the rack, put it over the top of his clothes, and stepped onto the second platform. Mezo swore he heard the sparkly teen say something about how the plain black robes were much too depressing to be a uniform.

After a few minutes of Mic struggling to put the pins in the right places (and Aoyama trying not to complain about it), the lady (ok, he couldn't just keep referring to her as 'the lady', he didn't care if he'd matched the name to the wrong person, he was calling her Madam Malkin) was already finished pinning Asui's robes, and was able to slip them off the short girl without any of the pins poking or scratching her.

"Oh dear, you're quite bad at this, aren't you? I'll help you out after I've finished one more." Madam Malkin said to Mic, calling for the 'boy with six arms, I didn't even know that was possible.' to come up to the platform next. Mezo stepped up to the platform and a robe was immediately dumped on him.

"Now, do you want to keep the sleeves? It'd be easier for both of us if you don't, though I can work around it if you do." Mezo shook his head. Madam Malkin nodded, a pair of scissors zipping over to her from behind the counter. After she cut the sleeves off, Mezo slipped his arms through the gaps.

"I'm assuming you want everything else like this?" He nodded. "I'll have to keep the sleeves on the winter cloak though, it's the winter one for a reason. I'll make them wider so your arms fit easily though."

Soon enough, Madam Malkin had finished tailoring the robe Mezo was wearing. Using what he assumed was her quirk, she floated the robes off him, and placed them neatly on top of Asui's. She turned to where Mic still hadn't finished Aoyama's robes, both of them looking frustrated. Within a minute she'd finished pinning his robes and put them on top of Mezo's.

"Could I try to pin them instead?" He asked, a mouth appearing at the end of one of his arms. Madam Malkin didn't seem to notice. She nodded. By the time she'd finished tailoring Shinso's robes, he was almost done with Tokoyami's.

"I didn't know you were good at this Shoji. Kero." Asui commented from behind him. He shrugged. Having six arms was useful when sewing.

The rest of the hours before they left for the train were similar. Between the rest of the class coming to get measured, they helped Madam Malkin sew the robes so there were no pins in them anymore. By the time they'd finished, they'd even been able to make Mic, Aizawa and All Might a set of robes each. The teachers had all chosen a different fabric. Aizawa stuck with black, and was complaining the whole time, asking why he couldn't just wear his hero costume. Present Mic got some, in Aizawa's words, 'hideously purple robes, why on earth would you do that?' and some green ones that would arrive with the other forty sets of student robes. All Might got some deep blue ones and some red robes that would, again, arrive with the others.

AN:

Madan Malkin doesn't question mutation quirks, deal with it. She's seen enough weird shit if her job's been tailoring for most of her life.

With six arms, you can't tell me Shoji's not good at sewing stuff.