As she stood there, yelling about having eggs for sell, Sky was watching as well. Watching as her classmates got visited by Professors Elwood and Botros, Mr. Firth, one of the shopkeepers and Hogwarts very own alumni, Kurumi Hollingberry. Grrr. If only she had an owl available to her right now. But no. And they were set up too far from the post office for that to help. Hopefully, her aunt would at least think to send one of her Ministry contacts down here. Maybe a MLEer themselves. Or not. Either way, she had to get these jars sold. There were house points involved, damn it! And the Puffers were in the lead. Not to mention that she was now on the Quidditch team, which meant she had to be a role model, or something like that. "Ashwinder eggs, get your Ashwinder eggs! Only five galleons a jar!" Merlin, she hoped they found whoever had stolen Hogwarts' money and got it back soon. This whole selling thing was getting ridiculous already.

Oh, those poor dearies. Having to sell stuff on the streets because whoever handled Hogwarts' funds was too dumb to diversify. Really, how hard would it have been to invest some of it in the potions market? Anywho, they were here now. Vanessa approached the most discouraged looking one. "I'll take a jar," she said, holding out five galleons.

Ha, this one was slightly more polite than the last guy. "Thank you, mam." She took the coins and handed the woman a jar. "Have a nice rest of the day." 'Cause, you know, she seemed to actually know how a business worked. And two down....

"No, thank you." She had a potion that she was working on and was having a heck of a time finding the eggs. And this was the perfect amount for what she needed.