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post 2 Daichi had his hand out towards the man who had picked up a jar of ashwinder eggs to see. "Five galleons , please" He said and moved his fingers as a sign that he should put the money in his hand. The man placed the jar down and crossed his arms. "Who says i want to buy one?" He asked. The Slytherin sighed as he wrapped the scarf wrapped around his neck, it was getting colder and colder. "because it says so on the sign!" he grinned. The man looked around "Sign...right... and where is this *sign*" Daichi looked around as well and began to mumble a few words under his breath. "One moment!" He quickly grabbed his bag as he took out a notebook and a quill. He dipped the quill in the ink bottle and began to write on the notebook. He ripped off the parchment and then grabbed a stone nearby to place it on the corner of the page so that it didn't fly away. "There!" He said and pointed to the sign. SPOILER!!: sign "You really are rubbish at selling, son" the man answered after reading the sign and walked away. |
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Wait, was she offending him? "Snobby?!" He asked, AGHAST. How flipping rude. Whatever, just shake it off, Theodore. He took the money from her and counted it closely and slowly before handing over his jar that was filled with three eggs. "Thank you." He said, not even looking as she skipped off. Three eggs down, two to go. |
Post #3 While people passed her area, Peyton was hard at work devising an idea that had popped into her head right after her first customer. She doubted the whole lot would be just as paranoid as that one guy, so she had to switch her strategy. Peyton thought about something else her dad had told her. Something about making the customer think they were getting a great deal and beating the system. But not really. In a jar there were six bright, red eggs and now she just needed to look for that one The woman approached Peyton, eyeing the eggs carefully. She didn't seem genuinely interested in the eggs, but she wore an expression of slight interest. Maybe to help the school or not to be seen as uncaring, it could be either one. "How much are you selling these for?" the woman asked. Peyton grinned wider. She had the woman. She'd use the guilt trip if she had to. "Well, they're going for a Galleon each." The woman shook her head, then Peyton added: "But since you were nice enough to drop by I'll give them to you for five and you get yourself a free egg." The girl pushed the jar bit by bit toward the woman. She could see her giving in. "You'd be doing us a great favor, the students I mean." INNOCENT SMILE. INNOCENT. And the woman caved. "Since it's going toward a good cause I suppose so." She dug into her pocket and took out the Galleons and handed them to Peyton. "And since I'm getting a deal too." She took the jar and with a nod parted ways. "Thank you!" Peyton did a silent cackle after the woman left, and dropped Galleon by Galleon into her purse. Two jars sold. Eeeeeeep! |
Post 7 SPOILER!!: ^__^ Nodnod. Grin. She was proud. Proud and surprised at how much she was enjoying this selling eggs thing. It was challenging and Ella really liked that. He seemed surprised about the price but Ella thought it was a pretty good deal. "Yup, 5 galleons is the going rate." Just saying. She was trying to turn a profit, obviously. For a second she was worried that he might not buy the jar and she watched him curiously as he seemed to size up the merchandise. Seriously, Firth? Hadn't she been through enough? BEAM. Ella watched as the man placed his money on the table, accepting her offer. She didn't expect the fifth galleon and she looked up at him, a little surprised. "Thanks for this, Sir. I really appreciate it." And Ella picked out the jar with the most eggs in it, handing it over to him with a smile. "It was really great doing business with you, Mr. Firth." A challenge, sure, but great. |
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But that wasn't really the point she was trying to bring across. She held a finger up, indicating that she would need a moment after he delivered his little ultimatum; those never worked well with her. In her mind she was calculating stuff because no, the customer wasn't always right, she was always right. DUH. Now let's see...the ones from that man...and the other from that lady person...slowly she added her profits so far. Finally she looked to him again. "Buy them from her. I'll make more money selling to someone else and I know I'll have made more than her by the end of the day with the prices she's rocking." She shrugged indifferently. So far she had a 101 galleons, another 5 wouldn't bother her especially not when that 5 could be more. "Have a good day sir and enjoy your purchase." "ASHWINDER EGGS! Get your Ashwinder eggs!" Or not, she was getting bored and only half these people were nice. Couldn't she just go spend it all now??? The candy shop was right theeeere, calling her. Sugar, wonderful, delicious, SUUUGAR. |
post 4 Business was slow. Theo only had TWO more eggs to sell, and then he would have gotten rid of them all. He had to do it, so he decided to step his attitude and selling techniques up. He unfolded his arms and stood up straight. Good posture was a start, he supposed. All Theo could hear was students bellowing at the top of their voices, which was super annoying, however it was obviously working for them, so it must work? He would try. "I got two Ashwinder eggs left!" He raised his voice, using his words wisely. See, now people would think that his eggs were selling out fast so they must be good. "1 GALLEON AND 16 SICKLES FOR THEM BOTH." He felt like a fool, but he smiled for the audience, and now it was just a waiting game. For the customers to roll in. |
post7 Laura suddenly decided that she wanted to finish now, it was time to get the rest of her jar sold. "ASHWINDER EGG!! GET YOUR ASHWINDER EGGS, HERE, MY PROFESSOR SAY I HAVE TO SLEEP OUT IN THE COLD." Laura sighed, she knew it was a lie but hopefully it would get people to buy. This woman came flying up-to Laura and offered to buy the last two jar she had. "I'll buy the last two jars for 8 Galleons Laura smiled at the woman. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." Laura acted so gratefully as she handed over the jars and then she looked at the woman as she handed over the Galleons, once the woman had gone, Laura shut up shop and went off back towards the school, she was happy now. |
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"I have lots of skills, sir, although I don't know that chanting is one of them." Mo offered up the two jars of eggs, with ribbon, to the professor. "D'you suppose I can come visit you and Feo in your office soon, sir? I have some questions... about runes. Like..." Mo leaned in and gave Botros a very solemn look. "Like if there are runic protection charms for your heart. And liver, obviously too. All those organs." He really shouldn't say stupid things. And he should let the professor escape while he could. "Enjoy your purchase, professor. GET YOUR ASHWINDER EGGS RIGHT HERE." |
Post 5 Okay. Just two more jars. Two. She could get these sold and then she could go do whatever she wanted, right? Right. So these two jars needed to be gone soon so she could move on with her life. Keeping the pleasant smile on her face, she watched the people who continued to pass by, attempting to subtly catch their eye, but not many gave her so much as a passing glance. Hm. Stubborn people. Just take a jar of eggs and hand over your money. It wasn't that hard. Help a poor girl out here. Forgetting the smile, Penelope decided to try her hand at looking so adorable and pathetic that someone would take pity on her and buy these eggs. It'd worked for her sometimes before, so why not now? Her expression became very sad and discouraged, and she even pouted just a little. Was this pathetic and adorable enough for these people? The answer to that question...was yes! A young couple seemed to have taken pity on her and were heading her way. "Hello there, sweetie," said the young woman who was holding the young man's hand. "You're selling ashwinder eggs, I see?" Penelope nodded, though still kept her pathetic little expression on her face. "Mhm... It's for school... And I just have two more jars left, but no one will buy them from me..." "You poor things," said the woman a little sadly. "I've read about what's happened at Hogwarts... Dear," she turned to her boyfriend/husband/whatever he was Penelope didn't know, "let's buy these last two. Our potions stores are kinda low anyway." "Okay, dear," he replied, pulling out his wallet. "How much?" "Six galleons for two jars," Penelope answered. The coins were handed to her, and she pushed the two jars toward them so that they each could pick up one. "Thank you so much," Penelope continued, finally smiling. "Any time, sweetie," the woman said, beaming, before turning and heading down the street with her man. Success! She had sold them all! Fifteen galleons wasn't too shabby. Now...should she go and spend some of it or just save it all for some other time? Decisions, decisions... |
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"Yes, sir!" And then she began to wrap the two jars almost meticulously, securely before taking the galleons in her pocket and handing out her customer's purchase. "Here you go, mister. Thank you for buying! Have a nice day ahead." And did he say Dervish and Banges? Ooooh. Mysterious. So far, she had sold out five jars. She had a total of 21 galleons for those. That seemed like a huge amount for her troll bank already. Maybe she can take a break? She was getting hungry now too. Plus, the sun's rays were reflecting hard on her booth. Could she move? Maybe a little to the left? |
Post 5 It just so happened that Vivi needed to make a stop in Hogsmeade today. Shopping to do, and people to see, and butterbeer to buy, and she was not here to visit with the kids selling eggs or whatever. Definitely not. Not here to say hi to her little brother. Because she loathed him like she was getting paid to do it, obviously. And the food she had with her was just stuff she had around the house, plus some other groceries she'd bought or whatever. And he could have them if he wanted them, but it wasn't like she'd bought them for him. Vivi plunked the bags of groceries on the table and shoved them at Mo without a word. She was gonna have to have words with some of these small fries in about a second if Selina didn't hold her back. But in the meantime.... "Trade you groceries and 2 galleons for a jar of eggs, okay? Just don't share them with stupid people who aren't even worth dry toast and tepid water." Glare glare glare. Mo scooped up the bag of groceries and tucked them under his table. Free food was free, right? Or did he have to share the food with the professor because they'd sort of come as payment for the eggs? There definitely wasn't enough food to share with the class, but there might be some to share with a few people. "Thanks, Viv. We're not exactly bartering today, but do you think..." He fell silent at her steely glare. Okay, then. No talking was good. He could do no talking. |
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So there she went, yelling about Ashwinder eggs, hoping more people would show up to buy from her, but again, they didn't need to. She'd made over a 100 galleons by conning people and she was right proud of her earnings too! Suckers deserved to be played. End of story-- .... JBDFLGFFLJBL!!! O________O Wheezing, there was wheezing happening and some hyperventilation and and finally a very loud shout of "VIVI!!!!!!!!" Lex nearly knocked over her jars and a few of Mo's in her rush to get to the other side of the counter and when she did get there she latched on to the girl immediately. "You!!! It's really you!! Tell me this isn't some sort of hallucination brought on by sugar deprivation!!" Really she'd been at the stall all day without so much as a drop of sweets. It was a wonder she was functioning!!!! But back to flailing over Vivi because this wasn't done nearly as often anymore. "I feel like I haven't seen you in forever!!!!! Did you miss me at all???? How've you been??? How come only Mo gets food, don't you care whether I eat anymore or not??? Have you gotten super secret missions yet???" And she took a breath before continuing. "Merlin! I'm glad you ran into us!!" And now she would probably never let go. Ah well. |
Post 6 Minerva had one jar left.. One.. and she wasn't seeing anyone to sell it to. Well if she ended up not being able to sell the last jar, then she would have to deal with it no big deal, right? Standing there she was getting bored, it had to be time for them to clean up and go on their merry way. Turning she looked for Professor Barlow, maybe she could just see if she could pack up since it didn't seem anymore people would be around to buy their eggs. Just as she said that Minerva looked up and saw a younger gentleman standing and staring. Feeling a bit awkward she smiled, "Hello Sir, would you like to purchase my last Ashwinder egg's jar?" The man stopped wondering why so many kids were in the same place, if it was a Hogsmeade weekend, you would think you would see them at their desk, but he wasn't a professor, so what did he know. Looking up from the eggs he spotted a girl speaking to him, "Ahh Ashwinder eggs, a very good lesson to learn. How much are you selling them for? Minerva gave the man a small smile, "It was a very interesting lesson." She then looked down at that last jar, "Five galleons a jar." She wasn't to sure he was actually going to buy. He had creepy down, but maybe not shopping down. The man thought it over, "Well I need to pick some up anyway today, why not take them form a class." He pulled out the five galleons and handing them over. "I hope that school doesn't make you do other crazy things. I never thought I would see students selling things in Hogsmeade." Minerva took the galleons and handed the man the jar, "Oh it really isn't that bad. It was a great learning experience." As he turned she waved him goodbye and thanked him for buying her last jar of eggs. |
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"Tell you what, Marci. If you purchase.. say.. two of my jars, maybe? Then I'll give you my hat, free of charge and everything, no extra payment. It's a total bargain," she offered, tapping her egg cap again for good measure and adjusting the bill. Botros got a little wink from her, just so that he knew that she was handling it WELL, and then she turned back to his granddaughter. "So. D'you want it or what? It's yours if you do." Quote:
"Did either of you see Selina here? She's supposed to meet me later." Would she want to buy eggs, too, maybe? Conversational. Alice was being it today. |
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********** Had her impervious charm worn off? Because she was starting to get cold. And she had only managed to sell two of her jars so far. Agggghhhh! Somebody please buy her remaining three jars so she could go inside! "Ashwinder eggs, get your Ashwinder eggs! Special now, buy two jars for 10 galleons and get the third one free! Fresh, just gathered this morning!" Not to mention that she was now cursing Professor Barlow for making them sell their own stuff. Seriously, Barlow?! If these were cookies, they'd be selling like crazy! |
CoMC HW1 - Post 4 So far she'd earned twelve galleons. That was enough to pay for entrance into the common room, among other things, for the entire year. Give or take. If she didn't get too footloose and free with her comings and goings. She probably didn't even need the rest of the money now, but she knew she could always use it for other things, or save it. Yes, she would probably hoard it all away and save up for something really nice, like that kneazle she'd been thinking about, or maybe she'd save it even longer until she had enough to open a savings account. That would be a good long term plan. She was good with long term thinking. It was the short team things that flew out of her mouth that sometimes got her into muddy waters. She still had two jars to sell though and still wanted to be as successful as she could be with this whole selling things to strangers, which by the way was in direct contradiction with everything she'd ever been taught about precisely not speaking to strangers, but she supposed this instance was an exception. But rules with exceptions really weren't rules at all, now were they. They were more like suggestions or majority preferences or most likely outcomes. She shrugged and pushed her wares a little less vigorously than before. "Ashwinder Eggs! Get them here before they're gone!" I guess if we run out of time I could always hold onto my last two jars to sell some other time... She rested her chin into her cupped hand and watched a few people pass by. Why aren't they stopping anymore? she wondered, only half interested. How interesting could eggs be, really? Unless they were dragon's eggs. Dragon's eggs that were about to hatch - now those would be cool eggs. She gave another call out to the great wide world of Hogsmeade. "Ashwinder eggs! Ash-" Startled by a curly head of hair slowly peaking up over the edge of her table, she cut her sounds short. "Well hello there!" she said sweetly. He was hungry and tired and bored. Bored bored bored. Why couldn't he have everything he wanted? It didn't make any sense. Candy was good, so he should have candy. Simple. And now there was this girl looking at him. What? He scowled at her. "Hi," he said curtly and continued to look at the shiny jars. Rude little fella, isn't he? She sat straighter and cleared her throat. He couldn't be any older than 5 or 6. Where is his parent? She looked around for anyone who seemed to be particularly attached for this little male orphan Annie, but she saw now one. "Are you lost?" she asked, worried. He touched the glass jars and watched the light bounce off their smooth curves. Lost? "Um...no. Not lost."He went back to ignoring her and scratched at his twisted bronze locks. No information then, great. Should I tell Professor Barlow? She thought she might be able to fix this on her own first. "Not lost then? Okay...well. Since you're not lost, at all, you must be shopping. Right?" She went along pretending nothing was wrong. If that was how he wanted to play it, fine. Let's begin. "Five galleons, bucko. You have any need for some Ashwinder eggs today?" She sat back and folded her arms across her chest. Hungry. Bored. Tired. When do I get to eat and take a nap, hmmm? He looked around briefly so that the girl wouldn't see. Where is he? His green eyes countered her and answered abruptly. "No!" He had no money. Empty pockets. Pockets that should have candy in them, not eggs. But wait. "What...Ash...? What's that?" Cake sounded better than eggs, but there wasn't any. Maybe one of these big kids would want to play with him soon. Okay then. No sale to be made here. Just get him back to his keeper. Wherever they may be... She scanned the street, looking for anyone who might seem to be frantic or maybe happy for losing this unfriendly little one. "Oh an Ashwinder?" she said casually. "It's a snake that appears from a magical fire," she told him in her best campfire story voice. "And once it comes to life...it slithers away...and lays its eggs. Magical eggs. And then we freeze those eggs...and use them for potions. And the Ashwinder snake...." Censor. "...disappears." Spooky. He pulled his hands from the table and crossed them over his chest as well. She wouldn't scare him. No way. Except, yes. Snakes were scary. Especially magic snakes. Fire snakes. Okay where's Dad? He glanced around again. "Fire snakes? No thanks..." He was beginning to worry. This girl was weird and he just wanted to go home. He had TOLD his dad he was going to get candy. Had he not been LISTENING?! Just then a man in a khaki coat with arms full of shopping bags stumbled around a corner with a wild look on his face. He looked in their direction, a wave of relief washing over him. "Tristan! Tristan you get over here right now!" he called from across the way. Remembering his manners, he saw that his son had not been left completely alone, and walked over to thank the girl who looked to be keeping him company. "Tristan, you can't run off like that! What if I'd lost you? Hmm? What if this young lady hadn't been here to keep you occupied? We'll talk later, mister," he said looking down at the boy and put a hand on top of his curly head. "What are you selling, miss? I'll take one of whatever it is. Thank you so much for watching him. I don't even know how he got away so quickly." Glad to see that someone had finally claimed the little boy, she smiled and explained. "You don't have to do that sir, it was no trouble really. But I think he might be wondering more about where Ashwinders come from. These are their eggs." And because, he'd asked, so why not? "They're five galleons a jar, sir. If you're interested." She rested her hands in her lap and waited. He let out a small chuckle, still somewhat strained. "Ah, yes, Ashwinders. Very interesting creatures, aren't they Tristan?" he said and patted him on the head again. "Five sounds...fine." Actually in his opinion it was a bit high, but he had no time to argue. "Here you go young lady," he said as he dropped the coins on the table. "Thank you again. Good day." And with that he was gone, and without so much as a goodbye from young Tristan. She tried to say thank you, but they were gone before she got the chance. Well...all right then. I guess that works? That brought her to seventeen galleons now if she remembered correctly. Not half bad. |
CoMC 2. SPOILER!!: Odessa! They could share? Awesome. Dylan set his bag down and started pulling out jars...but as quickly as they'd been sat, he covered them with bits of Odessa's black fabric. The whole idea was rather ingenius, really...A gamble and tricksy. The Slytherin's favorite kind. Not to mention that West's chosen statement gave him Action Movie feels. Come with me if you want to live... Also...there was signage. Dylan hadn't thought to bring anything like that...He was merely just going to talk to people...because talking is what he did best. Powers of persuasion and all that...The Captain was self-assuredly convinced he could talk anyone into anything... Grabbing a chair, he set it up behind the table, beside West. After taking a seat, he also pushed his shades into place. Mysterious Slytherins were mysterious...and attractive. There was also no denying that. "So, we just wait for the approach? Or do we bring attention to ourselves orally?" You know, via their mouths. Just in case....everyone that passed by was getting brilliant grins and smirks. |
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She hugged the girl again as she pulled her down the table to admire some of the other jars of eggs. "And I miss you. I brought chocolate frogs for you... they're in Mo's bag." What else? Work wasn't super exciting, so Lex wouldn't want to hear about that, and she thought it best not to mention Vickers directly. "Have you sold all your eggs?" Quote:
"How much are your eggs selling for?" Mo was just FINE with Vivi moving off to love on other people, even if those people were Lex and Alice. He turned his attention back to the street and the few customers/potential customers wandering past. Once again, he held up a jar and shook it gently at a middle-aged man who was foolish enough to make eye contact. "Ashwinder eggs? You're putting food into the mouths of starving orphans and starving non-orphans and also some really well-fed kids," Mo grinned broadly and proffered the jar. The man just frowned at him, so Mo tried again. "They're freshly laid and dead useful in potions. Or you could let them hatch and see what comes out. That's what I would do." Still no response. "Five galleons a jar, but I'll sell you two jars for nine." It was a good deal, no? "For eight," the man offered, pulling out his money and showing it to the young Ravenclaw. "Two for eight." "For eight," Mo agreed handing over the two jars and snatching up the money before the man had a chance to change his mind. |
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hdvdykfg. More hugs! This was good. She'd need to stock up on these as well. Merlin knew she wouldn't be getting anymore once the girl disappeared into the big world again. People here were against hugging and she couldn't figure out why. Her eyes widened and she grinned up at her. "You got me chocolate frogs!! THANKSSSS!!! I'll have to treasure them with this whole school crisis going on." She took a brief look at her jars and such before answering the next bit. "Nope, I still have two more jars to sell but I've been doing real good! Conned a couple suckers out of their galleons--there was this one man though, he was rude and cheap. Oh but I've made 101 galleons!" And this was where she beamed proudly. It was a good profit. YUP. "Would you be interested in buying a jar even if you'll never use it??" |
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So who would be lucky? West lifted the black cloth to look at the jars and double check the count now that Dylan's were under there too. Once he was satisfied, he covered them again. ______ Pensacola Bott was just heading back to Plymouth's from the store when she saw a tent and a whole lot of Hogwarts students milling about. Also, yelling. They were doing that. So obviously it was worth taking a look? Maybe Zahra or Michael would be there? She hoisted her bag of groceries over her shoulder and headed into the tent, stopping just inside the entrance and looking around. ... seriously. Ashwinder eggs? They were ALL selling them? She considered for a moment. Could her sister use some? Ellsworth, not Neptune. Or perhaps her father... though Ashwinder eggs weren't exactly a staple ingredient in any of the more popular Bott bean flavours. Why were they selling them anyway? It seemed a little on the random side. Well, they DID make decent firestarters... She looked around trying to gauge if there were different prices. She wasn't really willing to spend all that much... A flashing sign caught her eye and she swished over there to take a closer look. Guess and win? Ola pursed her lips and considered it. ______________ Oh look, first customer. West grinned and looked over at Dylan. Did the captain wanna give it a go first? ooc: for my reference - Post 1 Post 2 |
CoMC 3. SPOILER!!: Odessa, yo! Sitting there and glancing around, Dylan hadn't initially noted just how many students were there...but Merlin, it was a lot. In fact, the table he was sitting at was broken away from the crowd a bit...and that was a good thing. Claustrophobia. Never mind them, though...Competition was competition, or whatever. ...And then a striking blonde woman was stepping up to the table. Dylan caught West's eye and cleared his throat. Naturally, he didn't mind having a go first. He'd earlier exceed and be awesome...or fail...and feel embarrassed. Either way... Ahem. With a brilliant smile in place, the Captain greeted the woman. "Hello, ma'ma." He glanced down at the black fabric. "Would you like to try your chances and 'win the lot'?" Yep, he was throwing in part of West's mini-slogan. He gave sly eyes. "Just six sickles..." ------------> Vesper, who was currently out for break from school (for personal reasons), walked with her mother through the crowded Hogsmeade streets. She'd FINALLY broken them down enough to agree and move...but with that agreement had came a price. This was merely a trip so that her mother could scout out the area and report back to her father. So embarrassing...Ves couldn't even... BLINK. Was that....West? Sneaking off, she quickly made her way over to the table and eyed the sign out in front. He was selling....a potions ingredient? Ashwinder eggs?....Oh, those were the ones that blew up if you didn't care for them properly, right? "West Odessa...making extra money?" GRIN. |
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Obviously. "Five galleons a jar," she informed the older girl, squirming uncomfortably when she was hugged, but not pulling away. "But if you want one, I'll give you a discount, 'cause you're so special. You want mine, though, and not more of anyone else''s, because mine are good eggs. The best eggs." Alice tapped her cap once more, pointing seriously to the GOOD egg as if it'd make the whole sale for her and adjusting the bill over her eyes again. The hat was clearly a good idea. She needed more of those. |
Post 1 So they were supposed to be selling the Ashwinder eggs that they'd collected the other day. That was cool, but Elise thought it a pretty big waste of a Hogsmeade weekend. Imagine, she could be looking at books or buying new quills – Merlin knew she needed them – or even just having a nice long sleep-in. But noooo. They had to sell eggs instead. Spotting a potential customer, Elise plastered a fake grin on her face and greeted the old lady. “G'morning, ma'am. Could I interest you in some Ashwinder eggs? Freshly harvested, too!” Merlin's beard, all she'd wanted to do was grab a few rolls of parchment and a bite from Hosmeade but the sheer number of students there. Making a mental note to herself not to visit the Wizarding Village during the school's visit weekend, she looked up at the blonde. “For how much, dearie?” “Four galleons, ma'am. It's a decent price for 6 eggs.” Elise nodded. Yes, lady. Buy her eggs, please. The sooner she got these sold, the sooner she could get on with her weekend. “But what on Earth would I do with them?” the lady asked, prodding a jar gently. “I'm dreadfully sorry, dearie. Maybe I'll ask my daughter later if she'd like them.” Oh, well. She wasn't going to be able to sell ALL of them to everyone who passed, would she? |
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Her eyes flickered to the sign and she read over it again, pursing her lips before smiling. "Is it for a good cause?" ______________ West watched Dylan tackle (not literally) the first customer and added casually, "Or three guesses for thirteen sickles." Because that was a true thing. "If you guess right that'd be an amazing deal you know, all these eggs," He gestured at the covered jars, "For just thirteen sickles and one egg does retail for a galleon at Slug and Jiggers you know." _______________ "I do know actually." Ola answered the younger boy, giving him a little smile before fixing her attention on the blond again. "How about a hint and three guesses?" A little under 2 galleons, she didn't mind that. Quote:
"Ves!" GRIN. "You know it. Don't suppose you want to give it a go? Its a good deal. C'mon take a chance." He gave her the most winning smile he could muster. "We've gotta sell these for part of our Care of Magical Creatures homework, and since they're charging us for a whole lot of things at the moment... kinda need to make bank." He explained, leaning forward and tapping one of the covered jars. "Can I interest you in a couple of guesses? Every six wrong guesses gets you a consolation prize." ooc: for my reference - Post 1 Post 2 Post 3 |
Post 1 BUSY. That was what Kat was... busy. So that was why she was appearing here again... late. But she wasn't going to be wasting much time. She had five jars to sell, for Merlin's sake. To be honest, Kat didn't know how to SELL things but this would be something new. Would be a fine experience, if you had to ask her. Kat would rather be at the common room napping or at the Quidditch Pitch flying around on a broom. Watching her other friends, she noticed they were... yelling. BLINK. She wasn't going to do that now because someone just came up to her, all curious. YAY a customer, and she wasn't going to waste this precious voice of hers. "Hello there, young one," the elderly woman said. She looked at all the jars on the young girl's table. Interesting. "Are these Ashwinder eggs?" Young one. SIGHS. Can't they see she was sixteen? Kat was going to be seventeen soon. OF AGE! But they still called her young one. However, Kat was too desperate and wanted to leave as soon as possible so she tried her best not to crack. She even smiled at the older woman. "Yes, ma'am. Freshly harvested too." Buy a jar PLEASE. Freshly harvested! Oh her daughter, an aspiring potioneer, would love to have more ingredients. The woman grinned at the blonde. "How much for a jar, deary?" she asked OKAY. Deary? Another nickname they came up with. Kat was extending her patience. Exteeeeending it. She wasn't fond of these babyish nicknames at all. Cue the sweet smile. "Five galleons a jar, ma'am," Kat said with a smile. So, ya buying it? "That's wonderful, child! Means I don't have to go to Diagon Alley just to buy them," the woman said, sort of amused that she didn't have to Floo back to that Alley. "I will take a jar, dear, and here is your five galleons." The woman offered the five galleons to the blonde. Awesome. First customer down, and four more jars to sell. "Thank you, ma'am," Kat said and accepted the five galleons from the woman and gave a jar of Ashwinder eggs. "Have a good day!" Yelling time now? Haha no. She'd just attract customers with her prettiness. /Conceited |
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