Money and Pasties
"Anything from the trolley?" a smiling, dimpled woman opening their door slightly and breaking my train of thought.
"Pumpkin juice and pumpkin pasties please," I said while going through my pockets for my sickles.
She handed over the juice and pasties to me and then she looks over to the round-faced boy who was still fumbling around all his stuff, presumably looking for money.
He pouted and said to the lady, "I can't find my money. Will you be coming back?"
The trolley woman nodded at him and smiled sympathetically. She continued going through the train but left the door open.
He continued to look through his pockets and his bags and everywhere. His eyes teared up and he pouted even more and I heard him whisper, "Oh no! I think I forgot my money..."
I chuckled in my head and pretending not to have seen or heard what he said, I offered him a pasty.
He hesitantly took it and said, "Thanks. I think I forgot to pack my wallet..."
I smiled at him and said, "Don't worry, I'm sure your Gran will send it to you."
"I'm Neville Longbottom," he introduced himself between mouthfuls.
Disclaimer: The characters and the Harry Potter Universe are properties of J.K. Rowling.
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