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Originally Posted by
Mad Eye Touz
Plymouth was ill at ease with the large amount of money. He was frowning at it, wishing he wasn't responsible for so much. "Alright, men, menly men, exchange me out please. 100 galleons. Cha-ching!"
"Well, well, well... if it isn't mister two ply toilet paper..." Jake grinned, headed over to Plymouth as the boy was, in fact, a fifth year.
"Here-"
He took the money and counted it out, hoping for it to be short or something...
No, all there.
...
Jake counted through it all again, eyeing Plymouth suspiciously when he saw that it was, in actual fact, all there.
Grrrrrrr. "Here," he said again, handing over the bundle of dollars.
"Five hundred... Use it w-" ...
Nahh. "Good lu-" NO WAY! "Bye."