Author's Notes: This is in response to grangersnape100's Grey Night Shirt Challenge. All I own is my pride and my sword.
Thinning Significance
Black. This bordered on obsessive, really. All of the former Potions master's clothes were the same pristine, unfaded shade of the darkest black. Each item held the appearance of recent acquisition, not new but quite presentable, none more faded or worn than the rest.
"Where is it?"
She'd seen him wearing it late at night at Headquarters, the thinning, silken, grey night shirt that seemed to caress his tall, thin frame. Its strange significance was not lost to her. Every item in his quarters remained present and untouched after his disappearance; save one whose absence went unnoticed by all but Hermione Granger.