"What do you need boy robes for?" inquires Madam Malkins.
"I'm sometimes a boy," the girl explains.
"What?"
"Look—"
"What do you need boy robes for?" inquires Madam Malkins.
"I'm sometimes a boy," the girl explains.
"What?"
"Look—"
"– And we could be pedantic and say looking female and having brown hair is unlike most people, use combinations of attributes."
"Well you've probably never flown a broom, but that comes under being muggleborn and not having gone to Hogwarts yet."
"I mean it's, like, something that'll change. I haven't eaten, I dunno, cricket, but that could change, it's not a fact about me like my name is."
"It has to be something that shows something about you? Uh, how much do you read, it sounds like you read a lot."
Madam Malkins shows up again. "Here you go," she says, offering Anthony his robes before moving on to another arriving student, this one a few years older than the two of them.
"Thank you," says Anthony to Madam Malkins, taking them. To Sadde: "You know there are quite a few books, right? And you only have seven years?"
"And there's a section that's restricted, you need a pass or a good reason or something to get one from there."
"I can figure out how to get in if I need to," she declares. "Anyway, where to next?" Because of course now they're Friends and they're Shopping Together.
"Okay! And I guess I should tell leave my robes with mine—what do you still need to buy?"
"Potion ingredients but I think I might need a parent for some of it, not sure, and – ummm." Pause. "Mum has the list?"