Dress Robes

Dress Robes

"Green goes with purple, right?"

Fred pointed his wand at his robes and mumbled the short incantation, turning them a deep forest green.

George looked up from his trunk, where he was busily searching for his own robes. He gave Fred a confused look.

"Angelina's wearing purple?"

"Yeah," Fred replied. "At least I think that's what she said. Or maybe it was silver . . ."

George sighed to himself, and pulled out his own wand. A few seconds later, Fred's robes were dark blue.

"Blue? Really?" Fred studied his robes in the mirror. "That goes with purple?"

George began putting on his own robes that he had finally dug out of the bottom of his trunk.

"Not purple. She's wearing light blue. It's her favorite color."

Fred looked at him oddly.

"I was there for the conversation too, remember?" George explained. "I must just have a better memory than you."

"Blimey, George. Then how come you're always failing History of Magic with me?" Fred replied grinning. "Now come on – we can't leave our fine ladies waiting.

As he began to leave the room, George took a quick look at himself in the mirror, the neutral black of his own robes starring back at him. Shrugging he turned and followed Fred out the door. They quickly made their way down into the Gryffindor common room, where Angelina and Alicia had agreed to meet to them.

As soon as they entered, Angelina came bounding over, a bright smile on her face.

Light blue fabric swirled in the air as she wrapped the both of them in a hug.

"Oh, I'm so excited," she exclaimed with a grin. "And Fred! You wore the right color and everything!"

George watched as Fred swung his arm around her shoulder.

"'Course I did, Angie. You think I'd forget something like that?"

Meanwhile, Alicia headed over to George, nudging him playfully.

"Went for a more neutral color?" She jokily asked, her sparkling red robes flowing around her.

George grinned sheepishly. "Well, I- "

Alicia cut him off. "Don't worry about it. We barely even talked about the whole green-red idea. I didn't expect you to remember."

George's gaze fell again on the brilliant light blue color of Angelina's robes, watching as her and Fred flirted.

"Yeah," he replied. "I guess I just have a bad memory."