Someone had said something about needing a new robe for school - something about their cat getting ahold of their last one - and then everyone had decided that they all needed to go. Calla's general lack of interest in clothes shopping was what led to her trailing after her pack of friends like a little lost puppy who didn't have a clue what was going on but wanted to please regardless. She had followed her friends into the store, feet dragging along the ground in dejection. Her idea of going to Quality Quidditch Supplies had been outvoted by the more girly members of her friends.

They'd been there for easily half an hour by the time she spotted someone else looking just as lost as she felt. And what would you know? It was the Slytherin boy who she had met at the beginning of the year when she had gotten the rat from the... potatoes? She thought it was potatoes. It was that or green beans. "Mr. Leverett! What are you doing here?" the third year pipped, offering him a happy smile.