 Bluejay | Potatopop! | SRS - Stupid Ravenclaw Syndrome
“Oh my Circe, Ash, leave me aloooooone. You're cramping my style.” Translation = I'm trying to make friends, you lame Billywig. Carrie shook her sister's hand off her arm, a scowl marking deep lines in her features. “I'm not going to get lost. It's a sweet shop.” The older girl pursed her lips. “Fine. You're annoying anyway. I'm only doing this because mom said she'd pay me.” Carrie's eyes narrowed. “Um, you're rude. Speaking of which.” She fixed on a lovely bright smile, filled with gaps in her teeth and held her hand out. Obediently, one galleon and two sickles were dropped into her palm.
“Thank yoooou. Now leave.”
Aislinn rolled her eyes and with a toss of her hair straight only because she had spent hours making a potion and left the shop, the bell jingling behind her. Finally. The twelve year old shoved her coins into her pocket but kept her fingers wrapped around them tightly, just in case. No waaaay was she going to hunt down her stupid sister and have to admit that she lost a galleon of all things.
Now, time to get some desperately needed sugar.
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