Neville wove his way between the racks, to end up at her side infront of a ton of different robes, "And I'd buy them all of you, if you'd let me," he said, leaning in to whisper into her ear. And he pulled back slightly, "I think we should get just one though. Please," he said, glancing at the shop witch so that she could come over and lend Hannah a hand in finding one that fit her properly.
He stepped back, looking at the ones that had caught her eyes, "A blue one would be better on you, you are right."