Harry had literally been at his station for a total of an hour and it was already looking a mess. The mess mainly consisted of two large piles of fabric. One in tone ranging from light yellow to a mustard, while the other consisted solely of pastil pink and whites. There were several crumbled up pieces of paper mixed into the mess, and yet Harry looked at the fabric without having a specific plan in mind. His glasses were pushed up and into his curls, trying to think about the two looks while looking at the blurry piles ahead of him.<br/>He had been inattentively fidgeting with a picture of his male model. Both pictures had gone with him fabric shopping, and the pink was specifically bought with him in mind, yet Harry couldn't decide in what direction to go in.