Kolbi had already picked out her robes; well, what was required of her to pick out. She didn't see reason in uniforms, as she had never had to deal with uniforms. She was home schooled, where she could wear her pajamas to lessons, if she wanted. It wasn't like her mother was going to make her change into something just to learn how to read and write.

She went into one of the changing rooms, trying on one of the robes. They looked okay on her, but they were a bit itchy. The only article of clothing she truly liked was her scarf and tie; she was proud to get into Ravenclaw, the house her parents had met in. She put all of the clothes back into a neat pile and carried them out to the register. Maybe the nice blue could change her mind about the uniforms?