Declan knew how many players were on the average quidditch team, but he hadn't done the math until now — seven, no — fourteen sets of robes and gloves? Wait - twenty-eight?! Merlin's testicles! There was absolutely no way that he had enough in his purse for that. He couldn't very well back down now and look foolish... and if he really could afford to outfit the team, he should outfit the entire team... He could already imagine the wide-eyed looks his new teammates would give him when the equipment arrived at the next team practice. He'd easily become the star, possibly even the captain. Screw Pettigrew! Er... the Arthur one.

"Fourteen for now," He glanced nervously at the woman writing the order down, "We'll uh... we'll see how we like them before we order more sets." Not that he doubted the quality of them, but it sounded like a believable enough excuse to get him out of having to buy double for teammates he didn't even like.