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SlytherinSistah 
No, No. 30 galleons! No. 40!!!
Blast.
Had it known it would be that easy to get his asking price he would've asked for more. He stood, reached out and securely gripped the pouch. "Well, it's been a pleasure doing business with ya."
He stepped down the seats like a staircase and approached the little bruised up fighter.
Samuel patted his pockets and the galleons inside rattled. The 22 galleons he had just given to Prospero had barely made a dent in what he had made tonight. "Oh believe me mate, the pleasure was all mine."
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Celandine She looked up at the man who now apparently owned her or whatever and shook her head once. 22 galleons was practically nothing in Cela's eyes, just as she was probably nothing in their eyes. She had ridiculously priced socks that cost more than that. It was probably a good thing that she kept her mouth shut about it all though.
Honestly, if they had known who she was, the price would have been much higher. For Cela too since it would mean she'd never be able to return to Hogwarts. Her family wouldn't allow it if they knew about all of this. She just figured it was probably a precise amount that Prospero needed for something.
Right now she was trying to do a few calculations. How long had the duel been running? How long has they been out here? Had she seen 'Samuel Huxley' drink anything? She lifted her chin and met his eyes, trying to see the person who was really in there.
Now onto other business, Samuel reached down with hand and grasped the blond by the upper arm and hauled her back to her feet.
"Aww look at you trying to figure it all out. I can see all your little theories running around in that pretty head of yours." Samuel let her arm go and trained his wand on her instead.
"Why don't you tell me what you have come up with." Because in the end it wasn't going to matter if she was right, she wouldn't be able to tell anyone anyway. Not for what he had planned for her.