Anne crept into the robes shop, assuming they'd have pieces of the Hogwarts uniform. It only made sense, right?She looked around at all the pretty robes for a moment, sighing inwardly. A lavender one caught her eye, and she stood staring at it for quite some time before she shook herself. If only they'd just once let her get something like that... She pressed her lips together and let out a small sigh through her nose. Never mind that sort of stuff.

She made her way over to the uniform section, searching out a new sweater to replace the faded and stretched out one she wore at the moment. Finding one in her size, she searched for the price and visibly winced upon reading it. She had only needed the price to write home to her mother in the slightest hopes that they'd be able to send her the money to get a new one, but seeing the cost was quickly deteriorating that dream.

She sighed and stepped back, wishing beyond anything to just be rid of this place. It was rather depressing. But... oh... the purple robe snagged her attention again on the way out and she reached out to touch the soft material. To Anne, this robe was perfect in everyway, the epitome of dress robes.

Sigh.