"I can't stand being on that island alone all summer. But none of the inns on the mainland will house me for that long. I'd heard of minimum stays, but maximum? You'd think they'd be grateful to have some of my gold and debt of gratitude to speak for."
Helen was trying to get out of her obligation to return to her family's home for the summer where all she had for company was servants and…well servants. Stipulations were that while she was underage she could only stay on family owned land and structures.
Fred sat with Helen in the common room late at night before the fire laying on the couch with Helen, each with their feet over one end of the couch and heads resting on each other's shoulder. "Is there anything else you can think of?"
"It's too late to buy up unfamiliar land." She paused. "Actually…Your family owns a guest house an acre away from the main home, right?"
"…right."
Helen sat up and Fred rolled over to see her straight. "Sell it to me. You've been trying to get rid of it, so I hear. How much?"
"They're letting it and the acre go for about five hundred galleons. It's kind of small."
"It's perfect," Helen held up her hands in and assuring manner. "I'll pay a thousand galleons for the place and land. Who's your agent?"
"We haven't got one," Fred sighed, rubbing his tired eyes and sitting up himself. "Mum and Dad are selling it themselves. We don't have money for an agent."
"Sell it to me. I'll pay whatever they want."
Fred almost laughed. "That thousand galleon offer can't be serious. I mean I know you have money but-"
"Money? Fred, my dad was the partial owner of Gringotts Bank before he died. When I turn seventeen that share turns over to me. I can pay whatever you want." She took on an expression that was a strange mix of sheepish and desperate. "I just need to get off that island."