Ally touched her finger to her nose to let Mel know she'd heard her loud and clear - her eyes would be on the lookout for shoe sales.
"Oh, I love it when some of the Scottish - or even the non-Scottish - blokes wear kilts. I always wonder if they're going regimental underneath," she added with a grin.
Within moments, they had traveled from Angie's place to Diagon Alley, and the bell at Madame Malkin's rang cheerily as they entered. Ally's eyes opened pleasantly at all the choices. She saw something soft and red and immediately gravittated to it. "Oooh, velour. You could be a fuzzy phoenix, Ang!"