You're in a higher end Wizarding boutique, just looking around as you wait for your friends to finish shopping.

You pull out a sweater that has a lovely texture against your fingertips.

It's a cute sweater too. Casual, knitted, a tad baggy but doesn't give the too broke to buy clothes that fit vibe.

Suddenly, you hear a voice behind you. "That's not your color."

You turn around to find Pansy Parkinson. A woman you havent spoken to since Hogwarts.

She doesnt even spare you a glance as she grabs another sweater. Same style, but a different color. "This would suit you more. The one in your hands would make you look pale."