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Nabs 
That stopped him short.
Literally.
Garret stopped quite suddenly, forgetting that he was dragging Cela along and had to right them both before he could turn his pockets inside out to check how much money he had on him.
He counted out the odd assortment of coins, putting aside a galleon for his anti-cheating quills, "Right, I've got two galleons, sixteen sickles and... 4 knuts!" He grinned, "Enough for TOOOOONNES of sweets AND a round of butterbeers for all of us."
"Then, when we get back..." Cela looked in the direction of the whomping willow, a gleam in her eyes. She'd be fueled and ready to go. It was her turn to attempt dragging Garret along, though she wasn't doing so well.
It kind of made her realised that when she'd dragged Plym or Cope around...
... well, they'd let her.
"Come on metal-mouth! Race you!" Cela was pretty sure she was still faster.