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Originally Posted by GD2204

Guess it was a little obvious that he wasn’t some ethereal ghost talking to the kid so, Jude stepped out with a cheeky grin on his face as he looked down at the kid. The accent its self wasn’t an issue for him. Some of his best friends back home in New York were from the South so listening to the Southern drawl of the blonde-haired pompadour, if anything, was somewhat refreshing from the brutish harshness of the British accent Besides, who was he to complain about accents when his was so thick and in your face, it was practically knocking you over with its harshness.

“Well kid, dere's not a lot your mudder can do if yuh buy one and doan tell huh, is dere?” an amused expression crossing his face now. He wasn’t intentionally trying to get the little munchkin in trouble. Merely, showing him a different way of thinking? Yes, both sides of the coin, as it were.

“Den again, if she does find out, yuh future is not lookin' too good. Right? But. Yuh with me?..who knows what'll happen. I sure doan I'm no Calchas” his hands in front of him now, going back and forth as if to demonstrate a weighing scale tipping back and forth. If it was him, he most likely wouldn’t buy it. Not because he couldn’t afford it but because he just knew it would just gather dust. Besides, there were plenty of other things one could spend money on if you were the right age, his mind wandering back to the tattoo and piercing shop that he’d spotted on his treks around Diagon Alley earlier. The kid thought he had it bad, just let him go home after the school year with a tattoo and see how Tina Lou MacAfee blows up like a puffer fish being poked.

And yet, he could feel the temptation. The thrill of doing something he wasn’t supposed to. An adventure. It was what he lived for.

Mason heard the older kid out. He really only wanted to hear him out because he needed to hear someone else's opinion. Mason knew how he felt about this and what he wanted to do with his money but at the same time he didn't want to waste it all, he wanted to buy other stuff for Hogwarts. Oh...and he needed a new wand still...seeing as he broke his but that was a story for another less important time.

Looks at the older boy. "I mean no matter what I think or what my mom does to me I'm still going to be buying it." Mason said with a shrug as he kept looking at all the different brooms. "My mother is all talk...at least that's how she's been lately." What if his mother is buying him a broom and he doesn't know about it? Would it be bad if he was to buy one for himself? Maybe he can talk it over with his grandfather and uncles after he buys a broom? Yeah, that sound like a plan to him!

"Do you have any suggestions for brooms? I have just rode on hammy downs."