He’s Unable to Tell

It was hard to tell how much time had passed for Harry. He could still feel, smell, and hear, bur he couldn’t speak and he wasn’t sure if he could taste as clothes. The only luxury he could think of was that the Lady Ven person didn't seem to know about his identity.

Harry could kinda of feel that he was made of clothe, he not his exact shape. He could also tell that the clothes underneath him were the same thing as him, he just didn’t know what.

With no windows, what seemed to be a silenced door, and just overhead lights, it seemed as if time wasn’t passing. Harry could only tell that it was, and wished someone would rescue him from this silence before he went insane.

After what Harry could only guess was hours did the door handle to the back room turn and have to door open.

Harry heard two set of steps move through the doorway and the other sounds of the alley as well.

Walking in, Madam Malkin was speaking, “come in here dear, yes, yes, this is what your looking for. Now, I’ll leave you to your decisions and come out when you’ve decided on your purchases.”

Harry couldn’t tell who was walking around, and he couldn’t see them. He was nervous, was it someone he knew, could they help him! Harry didn’t even know if it was a guy or a girl walking around.

Finally he heard someone speaking from behind him, “look what we have here,” before picking him up and turning him around.