Arthur watched the confrontation, eyes wide. He couldn't wrap his head around it- how could a anybody, let alone two people care about clothes so much? The pillowheaded boy only ever wore what he thought looked comfortable to sleep in, although his father had made him wear dress robes a few times when politicians came over the house. Why anybody would sacrifice being comfy for looking good on a day to day basis was totally beyond him.
And then, just as it looked like the green-haired boy was about to draw his wand for some kind of hex, a voice spoke from the center of the crowd.
"What's going on guys?"
The other kids fell silents as Plutonious, the coolest person to have ever lived, stepped into the fray. All eyes that had been on the quabbling students were now on him. The boy's robe twinckled brilliantly, and a confused smile rested on his lips. "Man, you guys shouldn't be fighting! You both look good!" he said warmly, spreading his arms. "We're all friends here, right?"
This." Arthur realized. "This is why people put effort into their clothes."