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Dee-Dee 
....Wow, brat much? Maggie pressed her lips together to keep from speaking and put the magazine in a small brown paper bag. "6 Sickles, 25 Knuts," she said sliding the bag back across the counter without much emotion.
This lady, she was like one of those muggle gray box things that spoke in monotone, had no emotions, and took over the world. Rowboots? Eh, the Slytherin had been spending way too much time secretly looking at that muggle box, or which she finally found out, was called a telemition. Or something...
Taking out seven silver coins, Evelyn placed them on the counter and scooted them towards the blond lady, the smile still stuck on her face. Woooot! Magazine was hers!