Percy couldn't help the instinctive twinge he felt at being asked the price of the robes. He knew she was doing her job and the question was merely for those purposes... but years of being looked down upon for wearing his brothers' hand-me-downs had made him naturally leery of questions of money.
"One hundred galleons," he answered simply. He knew it was a very, very large sum of money for a set or robes, but he'd wanted the best.