"Mmm... that is a good point. She did throw her shoes at me the first time we met," George admitted with a wrinkle of his nose. He'd forgotten about that.
"Well, they were for Daphne, you see. After your sheep swarmed her and made off with one of her shoes she said I had to replace them for her. Apparently she thought I knew something about purchasing women's clothing, which is clearly not the case. So now I'm stuck with a pair of bright red high heels that apparently only a prostitute would wear. Do you think Ron could fit in a size seven?"