Clue certainly was odd, he was as odd as you like, but it was quite rare that he should feel odd. Everyone is normal to themselves, after all. But standing here and considering new clothes for the first time in his life, wondering what would make him look the most presentable... that was probably normal to everyone but him. To Clue, normalcy was the oddity.

He broke from his reverie to regard Calla Potts, a younger student he recognised largely because she had been kind to him when someone had targeted him at the Slytherin table. She, he recalled, was not a Slytherin. "Hello Miss Potts". That was a normal greeting, right? He was trying. "I suppose I'm... thinking about some new clothes. But frankly I've no idea where to start."