Peyton rubbed her hands together, watching the crowd before her. There was a mischievousness flash in those green-gray eyes of hers and a smirk plastered on her face. The fourth year looked more like a snake stalking it's prey. Suddenly, and out of nowhere, she smiled pleasantly and clapped her hands once.

This was no time to scare or time to intimidate people, even that was one of her favorite pass times. She was here to sell Ashwinder eggs.

Peyton had owled her father and asked for a few tips on selling stuff and he answered back with a foot long parchment of tips. She also caught his worried words. Apparently he was worried that she was making such a fuss about Hogwarts. But why would she? Live was GOOD.

Especially if you ate ice cream every day. ^______^

The redhead set up a board she'd worked on over night and stuck it to her table. It read: PEYTON'S FROZEN AND READY ASHWINDER EGGS! in her curly writing. The words were charmed to glitter.

"Come and get your Ashwinder eggs! Frozen and ready for your own purposes!" she chirped, plastering her most dazzling smile on her face. It was something she'd seen her dad do with the ladies back when he wasn't married. It was like offering them free Galleons.

Except her smile, along with her pretty eyes and long eyelashes, she would attract anyone. That's what she believed in, anyway.