I am a horrible person. It's been what, 4 months? I was going to write more, but I had to post something. I promise I'll try and be a bit quicker next time. Thank you all for the encouragement. Charli, I know they're both exceptionally brave, but I can't put them all in Gryffindor, can I?

By the time we paid for all of our books, and navigated the way to our next stop, according to my watch, it was already 2:30 in the afternoon. As soon as we walked into 'Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions' I promptly thought about how horrible I would look in those Robes. However, After receiving that thought, I immediately banished the inner Aphrodite.

"What the flip are these?" Ok course Thalia would say that. "Tell me I don't have to wear one of those?"

"Stop complaining. I'm not on board with it any more than you are, but we have to."

"Or do w-"

"Oh my," Thalia's retort was interrupted by a squat lady with a friendly smile. "do you all need robes?"

"Yes miss, we do" I could faintly hear Thalia mumble her earlier comment of 'or do we', and I had to repress a laugh.

"Very well, who's first?" Hazel tentatively raised her hand, and followed the lady, whom I'm assuming is Madam Malkin. We waited in the front of the shop for a bit longer than I thought was necessary, before Hazel came back to us, having paid, and walked out the door, holding a bag with what I assumed had her robes inside. She didn't even look at us.

"Who's next?"

After a few seconds, I decided to take initiative, and said that I was to go next. There was no point standing awkwardly in the doorway for longer than I had to. I followed Madam Malkin towards the back of her fine establishment, turning back only once to see Percy stick out his tongue. Instinctively, I returned the gesture, before he was cut out of my sight by the racks of full-length robes of every size and color.

"Just right up here, dear." I stepped up onto the stool, and all at once things started flying about me. I had to hold back a squeak as Measuring tapes wrapped themselves around my waist and a robe made it's way across my shoulders. I winced as pins impaled the fabric, occasionally missing their mark. All the while Madam malkin rushed about me making adjustments manually, perhaps conscious of the fact that magic can't possibly replicate the skill needed to get into this particular industry. I watched mesmerized at the flying objects until they wrapped themselves up neatly and flew onto a counter. "There you go, miss, all done"

I thanked her, and she stepped out into the back for a couple minutes. Reemerging, she handed me a bag with two sets of expertly wrapped robes. I handed her some of coins I had in a little purse by my side, and made my way out the door to Hazel, who was still scowling. We stood there for a ridiculously long time, occasionally being joined by another member of our group.

We were joined by everybody except Annabeth and Thalia, who, despite Annabeth's best efforts, would not go one step closer to the back of that store. Leo was attempting to explain how one of his inventions worked, when I noticed the lady from the bookstore, Mrs. Weasley.

"Look," I interrupted Leo to Point her out, "It's Mrs. Weasley."

Apparently everyone heard me, and all followed my finger.

"Hello Mrs. Weasley!" She jumped and looked wildly around after hearing Percy's shout, before she spotted us and smiled. As she made her way around the crowds towards us, I took the time to observe the children following her. There were Six of them in total, four of which had bright red hair, and a pair of them were identical. Two of them were girls, one very pretty with a scowl on her face, the other with quite bushy brown hair. The other red-head was exceptionally tall, and very pale. The sixth child was an enigma; he looked exactly as Percy, bar the, frankly rather pretentious-looking scar on his forehead.