Not wanting to irritate her further, Graham headed toward the area with the dragonhide belts and began sifting through them, pulling a few off of the rack and holding them up to his trousers. The black belt was a bit thicker than the charcoal gray belt, and he was clearly indecisive between the two. When he thought he decided to splurge for both (for belts, they were quite steep in price, he thought), a chocolate brown one caught his eye.

Flipping all three belts over his shoulders, he looked at himself over the mirror, trying to decide. Eventually, he turned toward Pansy, hoping she wasn't busy with another customer. "May I ask your professional opinion?"

Graham put effort into his dress, always wanting to play his part as celebrity, but he certainly wasn't a pouf; oftentimes, his mother accompanied him shopping (she knew what outfits looked sharpest on him, and it while it was a bit embarrassing to be shopping with his mum, he rarely got to see her so he didn't mind much).