Harry, on the other hand, had gotten quite used to dressing up after the numerous balls and events that were in celebration of him killing the dark lord. In fact, unlike his childhood clothes, his outfits were always put together with the greatest precision. Parvati had once teased him for being 'metrosexual', but he had gotten her back by purposefully wearing some odd ill-sized outfit on their next date. Metrosexual, indeed, thought Harry as he adjusted his green mask, fingers running over the elegant gold piping.
Noticing Ron's expression becoming a bit tense, he kicked his friend, "Oi, can you talk a bit? Or are you revising for your next exam?"
He sent a silly smile toward Luna, though the epic skirt of her dress had left him very little room as he sat squashed against the side of the carriage.