Clement's sales had kind of taken a bit of a standstill at the moment. He really did not know why. He frowned, poking his jars. He only had one left. It couldn't be that hard to sell this last one. He frowned, poking it again. Come on dude. Sell yourself. It even had pretty ribbons on it. Slytherin pride to the top right? So. It needed to sell. Because he didn't really have much use for it. Sure he loved potions, but he didn't really need the eggs. Ahh. There was a lady coming over...oh no. She'd gone to the person next to him. "Ashwinder eggs for sale." He murmured, kind of shouting but not too much. He wanted to get some attention, but not shout down people's ears. It kind of worked, a passer by looked up, then shook her head and carried on walking. Well that really was not cool. He frowned, rearranging her one jar, though it didn't take long. There wasn't much he could do with just one jar. Ahh. Someone had come over. "Hello Ma'am."

"Hello dear..." The woman, who looked kind of crazy beamed at him, looking down at the eggs. "Quail eggs you say? Oh I do love a good quail egg." She murmured, nodding intently.

Clement stared a little. He had not said that. "No. Ashwinder eggs. Not for eating... for potions." He really did not know if one would want to eat an ashwinder egg. He was just selling them. "5 galleons for the last jar..." Though he wasn't too sure if the woman would want them. Not if they weren't quail eggs.

"Oh no...." The lady frowned, shaking her head. "i want quail eggs..." And then without much other thought she turned around, and walked away.

"Well...that was useless." Clement sighed, rolling his eyes. What a silly woman. He shook his head, and looked out for another customer. Hopefully one that would actually want to buy his final jar.