While Neville was slightly more comforted by the idea of wearing slacks and a jumper with a minimum of effort, he couldn't imagine that Hannah would be thrilled at the idea of going as bacon or eggs.
He slapped a hand to his cheek and it rolled slowly down.
"I'm no help at all. Listen, you've probably got real customers..."
Hannah would want to look pretty. Neville didn't think she had to try, and he'd told her so - haltingly - a dozen times, but she'd just grin and carry on. His eyes fell on a swathe of butter yellow fabric that had a nice shine to it, like the ribbons she'd worn in her pigtails at Hogwarts.