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D R E S S R O B E S

Hideous.




“Oh, Jamesypoo, Darling, you look smart in your father’s robes,” his great-aunt squealed.

He resisted the urge to gag and drop to the floor, writhing in disgust at the formality of the party.

“James, fix that pout, we have guests,” his mother reminded him.

Resigned, the boy fixed his tie and looked around for some pastry or drink to spill on the hideous robes.

Luckily, Sirius’ family had ‘prior engagements’. There was no way he could deal with his best mate’s comments over his outfit.

“Maybe, if I’m lucky, Aunt Burtice will choke and the party will end.”