[ He's shorter, so it's harder to keep up with her stride, but he manages. ]
I don't know, really. It's never been something I had to think about. I've worn a uniform - black, with red and gold for house colours - for the past seven years.
[ And before that, it was all Dudley's cast offs. In general, he wears whatever the wardrobe suggests: nothing to bright, nothing outlandish, colours that look tolerable on anyone. Realizing that's not an answer, he tries to get his words out:]
I like green, but I can't wear it. There's certain things associated with it back home.
[Harry laughs at the thought, but as they approach the wardrobe he realizes that he's actually looking forward to it.]
Thanks again, for doing this.
[He looks as if he's thinking a bit too hard.]
Growing up, I never had any real chance to pick out new clothes. And, well, my Uncle had some opinions about men and clothing, and I always worry they'll creep up on me and tumble out of my mouth.
Grey, shapeless, formless. He tried to garden once, but gave it up because
it wasn't for "real men".
[Harry wrinkles up his nose at the thought. Vernon had seen some
show and in a fit of unexpected desire to keep up with the imaginary
Joneses who must've been gardening, he went and outfitted himself in the
way he thought a Real Gardener ought to look. He wore it once, realized
that it was actual work, and left the clothing in his closet for years
after.]
He would've been born in the late fifties. 1950s, that is? And he did care, he cared very much about how other people saw him, his wife, their son.
[Grell clicks her tongue, exhaling hard to convey her annoyance with the fact.]
I must look forward to a regular decline in the state of affairs, in that case. What a grand disappointment. If he truly cared about how people saw him he would not push such an important matter behind him.
I don't know about a decline for everyone; he was just particularly unpleasant. There are lots of nice clothes, I think, but I'm no expert. Or at the very least, there's a lot of variety.
takh do you realize every potter thread i have has this bird mask staring at me
It still means I only have a few more decent eras to look forward to before I must begin to lament or to remain steadfast in the old trends in the hopes that I may invigorate others to return to them.
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I don't know, really. It's never been something I had to think about. I've worn a uniform - black, with red and gold for house colours - for the past seven years.
[ And before that, it was all Dudley's cast offs. In general, he wears whatever the wardrobe suggests: nothing to bright, nothing outlandish, colours that look tolerable on anyone. Realizing that's not an answer, he tries to get his words out:]
I like green, but I can't wear it. There's certain things associated with it back home.
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[follow your heart, Harry. in self decoration as well as warfare.]
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And, if you're wearing red, I don't mind going with something that will match.
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Thanks again, for doing this.
[He looks as if he's thinking a bit too hard.]
Growing up, I never had any real chance to pick out new clothes. And, well, my Uncle had some opinions about men and clothing, and I always worry they'll creep up on me and tumble out of my mouth.
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[she doesn't need confirmation on that, she says it like it's a fact even though for all she knows he could be the snappiest dresser.]
What year was he even from, to not know that men and women alike should care about their dress?
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Grey, shapeless, formless. He tried to garden once, but gave it up because it wasn't for "real men".
[Harry wrinkles up his nose at the thought. Vernon had seen some show and in a fit of unexpected desire to keep up with the imaginary Joneses who must've been gardening, he went and outfitted himself in the way he thought a Real Gardener ought to look. He wore it once, realized that it was actual work, and left the clothing in his closet for years after.]
He would've been born in the late fifties. 1950s, that is? And he did care, he cared very much about how other people saw him, his wife, their son.
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I must look forward to a regular decline in the state of affairs, in that case. What a grand disappointment. If he truly cared about how people saw him he would not push such an important matter behind him.
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takh do you realize every potter thread i have has this bird mask staring at me
[do you understand her plight, Harry. do you.]
Staring forever!!
...of course, you do have Bowie to look forward to.