"Ashwinder eggs! Come and get them!"
Ella was going to lose her voice after this, she just knew it. It was worth it, though. She tapped her pocket where her galleons were and smiled a little. The blonde was definitely not horrible at the selling eggs stuff so it shouldn't be too hard to get another customer, right? Right.
Oh! And here was Mr. Firth! The sixteen year old smiled and turned her attention to him.
SPOILER!!: Firth
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Alistaire Firth strode up High Street, though his stride was inhibited by being bent over against the fierce wind that occasionally gusted and threatened to blow off his scarf. A small gathering caught his eye. Oh, this must be what Peyton set up! Feeling sufficiently warm after the firewhiskey at the Three Broomsticks, he meandered over. Yes, he would be testing these students to see if they knew their stuff.
"Hello, Mr. Firth! In the market for some Ashwinder eggs today?" BROWS.