As soon as Sorrel spied the teller windows, she made a beeline straight to them. However, upon reaching them, she felt a wave of shyness crash over her, making her stomach flip with butterflies. "UU-uum," she cleared her throat, her face burning at her momentarily-lost voice, "I'd like to exchange pounds for Galleons please..." She glanced down, allowing her long hair cover her brick red face.
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