"It doesn't itch!" an older witch said, pinching the sleeve between her thumb and finger, her eyes wide with delight. "The ones my family buys every year always make us scratch all day — this feels soft. And look, it folds so small!"
Even better, Ruby had made a few tiny versions for children... bright colors, soft hoods, little tie strings that looked adorable when worn over their simple robes. A small ghost who'd come with his grandmother spun around in a sample coat, giggling when the back flared out like a cape.
The way people's eyes lit up made all the late nights worth it. By the time the day was done, more than half the visitors were already whispering to each other about when they could buy one for real. She overheard one man say, "I'm going to save up so my whole family can get these — the rain burns our old suits every year."
