Harry, Ron and Hermione gathered around the corpse of their defeated enemy, wands at the ready in case Voldemort should have one more trick in store for outwitting death. Cautiously, Harry poked at the tattered black robes to find what lay underneath.
“Ugh,” he exclaimed, making a face, “pally boots and hunter shoulders. Again!”
“Blimey!” said Ron. “And I was hoping for a Cloak of Invisibility– I’ve still only ever seen one drop, and you ninjaed it!”
“Ron, you idiot,” Harry groaned, “how many times do I have to tell you, it was heirloom gear!”
“Out of the way,” said Hermione, pushing the boys apart and picking up the boots and shoulders. “Since no one wants these, I’m just going to d/e them. I’ll put the shards in the vault at Gringots.”