Knives. Knives were the issue of the moment. Harry could still throw them, of course, though not with the pinpoint distance accuracy that Sakuya had been used to, and could pick out properly balanced sets from silver-plated trash studded with pearls, and a brief stop in the goblin-run bank had proven that he had the money to spare for the neccessities of proper bladed weaponry, and a quick wander down Knockturn Alley, which Hagrid had taken pains to warn him was 'dangerous' and therefore interesting, had provided a shop that sold what he needed for perfectly reasonable prices. Granted, they seemed to focus on big, flashy weapons, two handed claymores, flails, giant warhammers and the like, but he'd quickly located a couple servicable sets of used blades.
The question was, of course, where to keep them strapped. Arms had always been awkward, though with looser sleeves it might be more feasible. Nothing from the knees down... it would generally take an extra fraction of a second to get a hand down to his calf or the inside of a boot. Of course, the ability to stop time left the whole point completely and utterly moot, but efficiency should still be considered.
The preferred placement would, of course, be strapped to the thigh, within a finger-twitch's reach from a hand left idly dangling... but, of course, that would be significantly more difficult to both keep hidden and within easy reach while wearing trousers. If Harry were wearing a skirt, like Sakuya's previous uniform had offered, then it would be no issue at all, but given the current fact that Harry was male, such a wardrobe choice was definitely out of the question.
He paused for a moment to consider the bystanders and passers-by, almost uniformly wearing long, loose, simple-dress-like robes.
Alright. So maybe it was only probably out of the-
Harry's thoughts were interrupted again as a pair of burly, hairy men staggered jovially out of a pub, one wearing a kilt and carrying bagpipes, the other loudly complaining about having had to wander out to 'the muggle side of things' to pick up a few things 'for the missus', which was why he was still wearing his 'muggle clothes' from the excursion. Those being a flowing, flower-embroidered summer dress and boots. He wasn't getting very many odd looks at all, just the odd nod of sympathy from a bystander or two. Huh.
... So, on reconsideration, it probably wasn't at all outside the realm of possibility. And it would certainly be a more comfortable and familiar option for... Harry shook his head absently, not sure why he was still thinking about this. Besides, his hair was entirely too short to pull of...
A bottle advertised as being filled with 'rapid hair-growth potion' sat almost temptingly on the other side of the dingy, grungy window he'd turned his head towards. As though the world itself was setting up arbitrary coincidence after coincidence to break down his resistance to... Well, fine then. One extra outfit wasn't really going to hurt anything, and it wasn't like he would really have to wear it all the time...
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AN
Maybe or maybe not an Omake. Sets up stuff for MASKED MAID OF JUSTICE side-stuff later, though.