“Well, young man, that little fiasco certainly ended your adventure rather quickly, didn’t it?”

“Oh, you are going to talk about it, Larry. Do you have any idea how much supplies for wizards-in-training are? Your poor mother and I have been working double shifts just to pay for that wand of yours, you know.”

“Look, I told you it was an accident. I thought I was invisible.”

“You were wandering around the library with your shirt pulled up over your head, son. You took out three bookshelves, crashed into several historical display cases, and then the janitor found you fumbling around in the ladies’ bathroom with a couple of ‘screaming books’, whatever that means, you little pervert.”

“How was I supposed to know it wasn’t working! I couldn’t see a thing! That kid with the scar told me it was a cloak! I’m telling you, he and his ginger friend set me up!”

“Excuses aren’t going to get you unexpelled, Larry! Gah, and that school is supposed to be the best wizarding school in the world, you know? The BEST. Well, so long, college hopes! Maybe you can get some training as a Mystic Plumber or Security Mage in correspondence school. Your mother is going to have a fit.”

Wear this shirt: when you want to be seen. Obviously.

Don’t wear this shirt: if you’re a ninja. Obviously.

This shirt tells the world: “Of course it’s not a Dungeons and Dragons reference! What do you think I am? Some sort of NERD?”

We call this color: Naughty Nelda’s Navy Beans

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