Clue blinked at the compliment, and in the slight turn of his lips and brief flutter of pale eyelashes, there was something like a smile about his otherwise cold face. He did like Calla Potts, and he was quietly grateful for her amiable nature. He knew, however, that this really was just her nature, and there was nothing special about him in particular. She was destined to be a very popular girl, he reckoned, with tonnes of friends — but he would not inflict his strange friendship on her, and so he resisted his instinct to ask if she'd like to go and browse some Honeydukes chocolate together.

Now holding to his chest a paper bag containing his new robes, Clue felt in full exactly how important this moment was. He'd just bought something real and new for himself, with his very own money — for the very first time.

"Well... I had better leave you be." Those girls were starting to look at them again. "Thank you for your help, Miss Potts. I... appreciate it."