The Weasleys' attire stood out especially conspicuously on the streets of Barcelona.
At the very least, the robes worn by Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley were heavy and dark in color, seemingly made of velvet or thick cotton, with exquisite embroidery and trim decorating the details.
Such clothing seemed somewhat out of place in the blazing summer heat.
Arthur Weasley wore a wide-brimmed formal hat and a thin tie at his collar, giving him the air of a proper British gentleman. Their shoes were polished leather boots, kept spotless even in the scorching weather.
Molly Weasley, meanwhile, wore a floor-length dress with intricate patterns and subdued yet elegant colors.
Her headwear was equally eye-catching: a delicate hat ornament or a lace-trimmed headscarf, making her appear solemn and elegant even in such a casual setting.
Ginny, George, Fred, Charlie, and Ron were not dressed as extravagantly as their parents, but they still wore dark-colored clothes that completely clashed with Barcelona's passionate atmosphere.
"Good thing Bill didn't come. These clothes are so ugly." Out of earshot of his parents, Ron Weasley whispered to George and Fred, "I don't understand why Mum and Dad insisted on making us dress so formally."
"Didn't they explain it?" Ginny scratched at her waist impatiently. The outfit she was wearing was the formal dress from Bill's wedding.
The dress had fit perfectly before.
But traveling had been too enjoyable lately, and Muggle food was far too delicious, so Ginny had put on a tiny bit of weight. Now the dress felt a little tight, and whenever it tightened, it made her feel itchy.
"Apparently, Dad's grandfather's brother's great-grandson and his family live near Barcelona." Ginny sorted through the convoluted family relationship one word at a time.
"That still doesn't mean we need to dress up to meet