H.P:the Difference Between Brothers?

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"As you wish, Harry," Cropper said, giving him a smile. "Now, Lord Potter ordered some additional pieces for you. Several sets of everyday robes."

"Yeah," Harry said. He was still confused about what they meant by robes.

"What styles do you like, traditional or the more modern style?" he asked.

When Harry didn't answer, Alex supplied, "Dad hates traditional robes."

The tape measure moved around him as well, but unlike Harry, who every few seconds had to be directed to lift this or move that, Alex moved with the tape measure.

"Let's do a mixture of both. Mostly modern, with a couple of traditional robes. Every young wix needs at least one or two for various occasions." Cropper paused, then asked, "How many cloaks? I know they're falling out of fashion with the younger set."

"Three should be good," Alex said for him.

Harry agreed just for the sake of it.

"Now colours, This blue looks awful on you," Cropper said. "What kind of colours do you like?"

Harry had no idea. Dudley's cast offs had always had a greyish hue to them, with most of the colours faded away. He shrugged in lieu of answering.

"I think you'd do well in jewel tones, with some darker neutrals thrown in. We should try to bring out those remarkable eyes," Cropper said.

What felt like an eternity later, Cropper finally stopped asking him questions about colours and fabrics. He was allowed to step down from the little platform, which packed itself away into a bag that sat at Cropper's feet. All the rest of it followed to Harry's amazement.

"That should be everything," Cropper said. "Your robes should arrive by midweek."

"Thank you, Mr. Cropper. Let us show you out," Alex said. He gestured towards the entrance hall, and led the three of them from the room.

After a round of goodbyes and another bow, the tailor left.

Except, instead of leaving through the front door, the man moved towards the fireplace. He grabbed a fist full of some type of glittering powder from a bowl on a little table next to the fireplace then promptly stepped into the fireplace. He shouted something and dropped the powder at his feet. Then he vanished in a whorl of emerald flames.

"What was that!" Harry exclaimed.

"What was what?"

"He just vanished!"

"It's the floo," Alex said in an exasperated tone.

"What's the floo."

It took Alex ten minutes to explain the floo and how it worked. A special powder, when tossed into the fireplace turned it into some type of portal, which allowed wizards to travel through them to other, connected locations. They could also use it similar to a telephone by sticking only their heads in the fire.

When Harry asked yet another question about how it worked, Alex snapped at him. "Just go find a book on it." Then, he quickly added, "Sorry, it's just, you don't know anything! I feel like you're asking me to explain the spells on a racing broom."

Seeing as Harry didn't actually know what a racing broom was, he figured Alex might have a point.

He itched to go down to the library to try and find more information, but Alex glanced impatiently at the clock, and swore. "Come on, we're going to miss the start of the match!"

He grabbed Harry's arm and rushed up the stairs, dragging Harry behind him the whole way. Harry wanted to snatch his arm back.

Alex's room was the only door to the right of the staircase. It was easily double the size of the one Harry had been given. A couple of couches stood at the center of the room, littered with pillows and blankets. Bookshelves were placed around the room, filled with trinkets, and very few books. Another of the odd brooms was leaning against the desk, which had papers scattered haphazardly across it. Spread around the walls were all sorts of posters of people Harry didn't recognize. They all moved around just like the photos in James' newspaper. The Weird Sisters was emblazoned in fiery letters across several of them, a few more that had Ashton Batt in bold black letters. Most of the posters, though, had seven figures in white and black uniforms holding brooms like the one leaning against the desk. The Montrose Magpies was stamped across them, with a black and white crowned bird in the top corner. Other than the posters, everything was scarlet and gold with warm brown furniture.

Alex flopped onto one of the scarlet sofas, and Harry took a seat on the one across from him. Between them was a coffee table, which was filled with sandwiches and sweets. On one corner of it though, was an old wooden radio with some type of crystal embedded in the top of it.

Alex turned a knob on the radio, and the crystal flared to life with a warm yellow glow.

"…Maltby is flying the new Nimbus 2000, its professional Quidditch debut, this afternoon. It's supposed to be a far step up from the Comet Sixty-Two Hegan's flying," a commentator's voice came through the speaker.

"The Magpie's seeker is one of the best, so it'll be something to see those two brooms to go up against one another," a second man said.

"This match will definitely be a battle of skills and brooms," the first one said.

"There goes the snitch. And the quaffle is up!" the second one shouted.

At the confused look that must have been on Harry's face, Alex launched into an explanation of Quidditch. Between his cheers and groans, Alex explained everything he knew. He told Harry about the four balls, the positions on each team, and explained the rules. He talked about the different brooms. When a particular play was made, Alex explained it. Sometimes, Alex spoke over the commentators.

It was the most fun Harry had ever had, and it was the first time he'd enjoyed himself with another person. They snacked on the sandwiches and little cakes. The sweets were strange, and Alex enjoyed telling Harry about them. Harry particularly enjoyed the sugar quills, liquorice wands, and chocolate frogs. Even though the little frogs kept trying to hop away. He should have known it wouldn't last.

"I think dad might buy us the Nimbus. It comes out on our birthday,"Alex said during a time out. The Magpies were up 120 points over the Tornadoes.

"I'm excited to learn to fly," Harry admitted. It sounded fun, and after listening to the match, he'd never wanted anything more.

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