"No, I said it fits!" James Wake pulled away from the seamstress at Madame Malkins.
"It's just a size too big!" retorted the old woman in charge of the clothing store.
"Yeah, I like this way, really!" He reached for his pouch of galleons.
"Really, you're one of the first- most kids want it shorter at this time of year. Some don't want cloaks at all. But I never met someone your age that wanted a bigger cloak than himself."
"Yeah, well, you know. I have my reasons." With his gloved hand, he pulled the appropriate amount of galleons. He then pulled out another one. "Keep the change. I'll just stick around the front for my uncle. Ok?" He smiled, a fake, but realistic smile. He really hated how he had to wait for his uncle EVERYWHERE.
He exitted the store, a bag with his black cloak sheltered beneath his arm. As he looked around, he saw a familiar face approaching his position. Lily Potte-. She was towing some younger girl behind her. Analyzing the situation, James figured he had some time to kill. "Hey Lily!" he exclaimed when she got close enough to hear him. "It's been a while!"