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Tazzie 
It was dangerous work, rummaging through a rubbish bin. But something shiny glinted farther down - it looked promising, at least to Manon - so she shifted her upper body and leaned closer, the smell momentarily forgotten.
It was then that a voice came up from behind her, making her green irises grow bigger. Merlin's smelly socks! It took a bit of internal debate if she was going to stay in that position or straighten up to face her treasure-hunting intruder and in end, she chose the former if only because the smell was now hitting her senses at full blast.
"I, er..."she started, righting herself...only to be faced with someone who looked familiar, someone from Hogwarts no doubt. And she caught her in the trash quite literally. How embarrassing. The very thing she was avoiding was happening and Manon, even though she often did not talk, said the only thing she felt appropriate at the moment. "It's none of your business."
This was interesting even if it was kind of gross. What if the girl was finding lost treasure, what if it was necklaces, but what if it was just trash and smelled bad. With her nose crinkling at the thought Chloe waited for the girl to explain, but to her shock, an explanation or an invitation to join in the lost treasure wasn't happening.
No, it wasn't any of her business, but she didn't quite like being told that,
"It is my business if you don't want your picture on the front page of the prophet as the rubbish bin snoop." Crossing her arms she tried to be as serious as possible. She could try to get Uncle Jorge to put in in the paper, though she figured it wouldn't be front page news.
Glancing at the rubbish bin again she walked closer,
"Do you have a pirate map or something?"