"Yo."
Mayumi, leaning against the door in the shadows with all her sunglasses and trenchcoat-wearing glory, smirked as Krum turned to look at her with growing incredulousness in his eyes. Meanwhile Fred and George, decked out in MIB cosplay and armed with laser guns, crossed their arms behind her.
"So, Mister Viktor Krum," taking a mock puff of her unlit cigar and making sure to roll all her 'r's, Mayumi drawled, wriggling her eyebrows as she raised her notebook "care for some... Gambling?"
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