On a grey December morning, Arthur Weasley walked through London, glancing into Muggle shop windows.
He met five wizards in flowing robes, immense hats, and beards almost to their knees.
"You shouldn't go about dressed like that," Arthur said, shocked.
"I've had it with you bloody mundanes," one said. "We'll wear what we like."
"I'm not a ... mundane," Arthur said. He discreetly pulled his wand from his sleeve.
The wizard laughed. "Come on, then, before the queue fills up." He pulled Arthur along with them. "We'll lend you some robes."
"Dunno," another said. "I think he'd make a better hobbit."