wig in a box

It was like dressing up for Halloween every day. Only instead of the traditional costume he was putting on confidence. Confidence in the form of clothing.

He had seen the way pops got dressed for work and the way the sleep vanished from his face and was replaced with conviction just from tying a Half-Windsor. With it on he had transformed from the meek stuttering Gryffindor to the confident trickster.

Tying his scarlet and gold tie and pulling it snug, Airey made sure that his suit was hidden under his school robes and gave himself a salute.

"Be stellar, Flamsteed."