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Aha. James could hear it. The strange tinkle of that muggle ice cream van was just rounding the corner. James grinned. Time to have some fun.
Grabbing some muggle money out of the kitchen drawer, he ran outside where the other kids that lived on the street were already hurrying away smiling, with ice creams or other sweet things. Putting on his most innocent face (Which James had been practicing with uncle George), James sauntered up with his hands in his pocket. Immediately he took in the person's appearance. Female, middle age, chewing gum with a bored expression on her face. Oh, this should be easy. James had met her type before.
James waited patiently until the woman looked up from her magazine, stared at him for a moment before asking "What?"
"Good morning! Could you possibly tell me what chocolate bars you sell, please?" James replied to the woman's oh so pleasant question.
Sighing and rolling her eyes, the woman began listing what sounded like random words to James but would have made any muggle smile. Muggles gave their sweets weird names. After about two minutes of that jibberish James stopped listening and began dreaming about chocolate frogs. James was sure that she repeated several brand names twice.
"So? What do you want?"
Oh yes. She'd finished her boring nonsense list of chocolate bars. So he suppose he'd better choose. Hmmm…
"Eh, just a packet of crisps please. Thanks." James said, tossing a pound atop the counter, while the woman glared daggers at him. You'd be angry too, if you'd wasted five minutes of your life, listing chocolate bars for no reason. But that had been James' aim. Mission accomplished.
So yeah! Hope you enjoyed. This is based on something that my uncle did as a kid. Anyway if you enjoyed it please review! Please? It only takes ten seconds.
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