"Maybe. Or maybe it's more that we spend seven years with the same people, regardless of what we're like," he said with a shrug. His father's family had been so upset about a Flint being a Hufflepuff and not a Slytherin that he couldn't accept the fact that he was so different from them simply because he wasn't in the right house.
"I suppose." That was the problem, though. Carter had never needed bargains. He'd always been able to afford the best and then he hadn't been able to afford anything and had survived fixing his old robes. This in-between situation was throwing him for a loop. "I'll get some trousers and shirts at some point, but I was looking for a robe. Can't find that at a Muggle shop." It'd be the first robe he'd buy since being turned. It was stupid to pin his hopes for the future on a robe, but he needed it to be perfect.
"I'm sure you'll look stunning, right make-up, red lipstick, right necklace-" His voice trailed off, thinking of 1979 New Year's Eve, putting a pearl necklace on Amanda, who had left him speechless with the way she looked in a red gown. He took a deep breath and forced a smile. "This is a better statement than lime green. Unless you're planning on getting a job at St. Mungo's."