Remus could feel the glare of Madam Malkin’s eyes. He continued methodically through racks of ready-made men’s robes, and then the samples of the custom ones. Remus pasted his best placid expression on and then asked “Do you carry any men’s maternity robes?”
Madam Malkin sniffed. “Not surprising you’d need those after the flap you caused the last time you were in.”
“Erm.. They’re not for me.”
“They’re for Professor Snape?” Madam Malkin shrieked. “Who’d have thought him a bottom?”