*steps out of the hospital room in the magic school and ducks to pass under the low ceiling*
Hullo there. I say, is anyone around who could perhaps aquire my clothing back for me from wherever it is that clothing goes when one is hospitalized?
*silence*
Right, typical, I'll just have to find my own way. *starts opening and closing every door and closet* Potions, bottles, cactuses, or as they are correctly called, cacti...why oh why...bed-linen, flat-pack beds, crates of medicane, crates of lemonade, crates of empty containers. Some truent child's clothing where he's avoided class and been trasported to his seat...
Ahh! That should do nicely...ripped jeans, a black t-shirt, and odd socks...what am I a punk rocker with flowers in my hair?