She made it through four drawers before she found what she was looking for. Neatly folded in a bottom drawer were the shirts that he clearly only wore to sleep in. The colors were faded and the fabric was thin in areas. Digging through the drawer she pulled out the shirt that appeared to be in the roughest shape, even sporting a small hole in the right sleeve. She kicks her shoes off, setting them on the floor in front of the small padded ottoman in the room. She discards her shirt and pants, folding them into a neat pile and adding them to the ottoman. Unfolding the shirt, she smiles at the black Ministry Quidditch Team practice shirt with his name on the back. This would do nicely.