Will thought for a moment. "We'll stick to the original plan."
"Very well." Crouch patted him on the shoulder. "Good luck, Mr. Behrens. The Second Task won't be easy, but I believe you can handle it."
"I think we should head back. The snow's getting heavy." A layer of snowflakes had already begun to settle on Will's head.
With everything settled, Crouch had no objections. They turned toward the Three Broomsticks, and Will shook the snow from his hair.
The moment Will opened the door, warmth washed over him. The buzz of voices mingled with the scent of Butterbeer, and he felt much better.
Sylvia was still sitting where he had left her. Her eyes lit up when she saw him return.
"Finished talking?"
"Yeah." Will sat down across from her. "Nothing major. He just reminded me of a few things to watch out for in the Second Task."
Sylvia studied him, curiosity in her eyes. "What things?"
Will thought for a moment. "That's a secret."
Sylvia didn't mind. It was about the Triwizard Tournament, after all. She took a couple of sips of her steaming Butterbeer. "Have you got your dress robes for the ball?"
Will froze. Dress robes? He'd completely forgotten!
Sylvia looked smug. "I knew you hadn't."
Sylvia rolled her eyes, took a piece of parchment from her small bag, and pushed it across the table.
"Take a look."
Will unfolded the parchment. It held a design sketch of a man's formal outfit, cleanly and sharply cut. Silver-gray was the dominant color, with delicate silver-and-black patterns at the collar and cuffs. The whole look was understated yet elegant.
"This is..."
"I had someone design it." Sylvia took a sip of Butterbeer, her tone casual. "I ordered a set for you while I was ordering mine."
Will looked