I push past the first girl and shake hands with the next in line. "Name and treatment please."
"Irene and I'm dying to clean my eyebrows."
"That'll be five knuts."
"Better this than that Daily Prophet trash."
I smile. "Preach."
One by one I sent girls to the volunteers. Some were scared off by the prospect of paying but others stuck around. I kept the ones not being tended to busy with the latest muggle gossip until it was time to check on the boys.
