"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—"
"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?"