Her mum had insisted on new robes though Sloane had barely gained an inch in the last year... She hadn't gotten any last year for that very reason and while it was a sore spot for her, she didn't think it necessary to get new ones if her old ones still fit. Nevertheless she was promised new quidditch gloves if she'd fit for robes, and the petite metamorphmagus couldn't turn down new quidditch gear.

It was a girls' day, just Sloane and her mother, the boys left to their own devices and probably for the better. Sloane could hardly imagine Alvin knowing what to do with her at a robe fitting. At least her mother hadn't invited Tuni. Ugh. They had a wide variety of things to pick up for school, including her Care of Magical Creatures textbook, which the Gryffindor could hardly wait to get her hands on. Needless to say everything was much more exciting than new school robes and Sloane made that abundantly clear while she fidgeted her way through the entire fitting. If the robes actually fit right when they picked them up, it would certainly be a miracle.

While her mother settled up with the staff, Sloane bopped to the door, stepping out into the warm sunshine. She shielded her eyes from the bright light, but didn't need to be able to see clearly to know the voice that greeted her as soon as she exited the shop. Grinning at Cam's comical greeting, she couldn't even be mad, too happy to see him. "I can still take you!" Sloane retorted quickly and launched herself at him from the top step, arms around his neck in a bear hug, feet dangling in the air quite a few inches off the ground.