We've of course written here before library itself shhh ¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls
Forrest walked to the library pretty sure that the turnstiles were history. The Headmistress had promised so, and promises were to be kept. So he didn't prepare any money for entering the library. He was really just going to look anyway. He wasn't going to take any book just yet.
But the turnstiles were there. He blinked. They weren't going away. But they shouldn't--he tried walking past them, but they were solid and his legs protested. He grunted and took a few steps back to see the fee. Eight sickles for every time?! He groaned again, and searched for a galleon in his bag. He inserted it at last, and entered.
How many sickles was a galleon, again?
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