Clue couldn't imagine any of this. What it would be like to have any people at all, let alone those that were "underfoot". What it would be like to be comfortable with wealth at any level. Clue had bought his first ever piece of new clothing just last month in Hogsmede.

"Fair enough", he responded, and leaned his platinum head on the tree again, gazing up at the sky and wondering about all of these things. When you have a friend, the concept of difference really starts to matter.