Theo ran his hands down the rows of cloaks of all colours and textures, the dress robes had huge frilly cuffs and pale lacey trims. Pairs of dragonhide shoes sat beneath the rows and rows of clothes hung lifelessly in neat orderly lines like soldiers on a battlefield. He turned to look at Draco to show him a particularly old pair of loafers that seemed to have grown sentinel, a gaping mouth between the shoe and the sole growled up at him as he tried to pick one up. 