Kommoto maneuvered his way toward the curtained rooms, and dropped his clothes. He leaned up against the wall. This was mayhem. Why couldn't he just get his wand and get out of here? His mom knew he hated clothes shopping. Sighing, he began to change. Much of the uniform was an ugly gray, but they were covered by the black clothes. The only color came from his tie, a brilliant emerald green. A Slytherin. Kommoto still couldn't believe that this was his house. He fixed the tie around his neck, and stepped out to be fawned over by his mother. While she fixed parts of his dress, he reflected on what he knew about the slytherins. They were ambitious, but where did one draw the line between ambition for grades, or smarts, or ambition to stand out, and bravery? He shook his head, and changed out of his uniform. His mother had liked whatever it was she was looking for. He picked up his new uniform, now a pile in his arms, and carried it to the counter.