SPOILER!!: Odessa, yo!
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Originally Posted by
Tegz 
Only 6 sickles a guess!
13 sickles gets you three guesses!
6 wrong guesses gets you a consolation prize!
Buy a hint for just 1 galleon! "Both. Either." West said, sounding casual about it. He was hoping the visual aspect would make people curious too. Like they'd see the sign, wonder about it, come over for a closer look, and get tempted into taking a gamble. It wasn't even a trick or anything, it was luck....
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.
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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.
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Oh look, first customer. West grinned and looked over at Dylan. Did the captain wanna give it a go first?
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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..."
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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.