Post 4 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
So, Jory was three jars down and he was aiming to sell the remaining two. But even if he didn't, he wouldn't mind. He kept his eye out for another potential customer. In the meanwhile, he looked around at the other students. They were all busy and he even spotted Mr. Firth and Professor Elwood.
But the Puffer's attention was diverted when he saw a young girl with a woman who was studying the jars of eggs. "Action time,'' he thought. "Good day, Ma'am,'' he said with a smile. "These Ashwinder Eggs were laid and frozen a few days ago. So they're fresh as they'll ever be!'' Jory know he was saying some crazy stuff, but whatever, if it would get him the sale he didn't care. The woman looked at him and smiled while the girl fidgeted with one of the jars. "They certainly look fresh. And that's sometimes hard to find.'' He picked up the other jar and looked at it closely as if determined to make sure they were not stale.
Meanwhile, Jory was trying to retrieve the other jar from the girl. "Can I have it back please?'' he asked desperately, fearing that she might drop it. He stretched for it as she held it out of his reach. "Er...Ma'am? Could you tell her to give me back that?'' The woman, still examining the jar, looked around startled as she had not noticed the scenario going on with Jory and the little girl. "Anna!'' she said. "That is not a toy. You give it back to him at once.''
Jory took the jar in relief as the girl reluctantly held out the jar to him. "Thank you,'' he said, with mock sincerity. Like she would notice that. "That would be five galleons,'' he added to the woman, still keeping the other jar in his hands. "No discount for you as your daughter is so troublesome,'' he thought. The woman dived into her pocket and counted out five galleons. "Your money, young man. Come along, Anna.'' "Yes, go along, Anna,'' Jory thought. "You're welcome, Ma'am!'' Jory watched them go. A few paces later, Anna turned and stuck her tongue out at him. "Really!'' he muttered. "the nerve of some kids.'' Oh well. He had gotten one more jar sold so he didn't mind.
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