Dylan...wasn't too siked about spending some of the Hogsmeade weekend selling eggs. Truth be told, if it were up to him, he'd had personally keep all the ashwinder eggs for himself...and count them as money saved. Surely the Slytherin would find potions to used them in...or just use them for experimentation. There was that, too.

When he got to the center with everyone else, they'd already set up and he was just left to stare at all that they were doing. Did this mean he'd need to make sales pitches, too? That wasn't the line of work Dylan wanted to do...What did THAT matter?

Ugh. Why was he complaining so much? Ergh.

Of course, he had his bag with him...five jars of eggs carefully nestled down into it...He was already pulling his wand to conjure a table when the Captain caught sight of his newly renamed Chaser. Odessa.

"Mate, share a table with me?" It was a question, of course. Dylan didn't want to invade the younger boys space...just in case. They'd had a talk and all was well now...but one could never know about these things. Also, was sharing tables allowed? He had no idea...

...and why were the jars covered? He pondered all these things.