Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any references mentioned in this fanfic.
A/N: I'd first like to start by apologizing for not updating in a while. Things have been going on in my end, and I'll be moving in a few days so there's that to look forward too, yay!
I'll answer some questions.
1: Coldblue2015, you have some interesting questions so here are some answers. Yes the wizards will get their hands on Alice at some point, it will be it's own arc in the future. Hermes will evolve depending on it's actions not limited in a set path like other spirits. Charles won't reveal himself to be the Doctor for a very long time. Charles would definitely enter competitions like dueling tournaments or broom racing. Charles physical strength will be more of an opened secret, and with his parentage being in question it will lead to some funny theories.
2: I like that you all are thinking about the spirit stones so much. Yes they can be influenced by outside means like the potions factory.
3: Spirit tongue has a wide variety of uses is all I will say
Well I don't want to keep you all waiting, here it is.
Chapter 12
I knocked on the compartment door twice and waited for a response.
The door slid open curtesy of a smiling Tracey who lost her grin as soon as she saw me.
I saw Daphne behind her filing her nails, I pushed my way inside, "Well hello Princess, heard you wanted to talk to me."
Taking a seat opposite her, Tracey sat next to the blonde heiress without a sound still glaring at me.
Daphne put down the file and looked down at her 'friend', "Ahem."
They had a brief staring contest before Tracey finally grumbled and stood up. She slammed the door on her way out but not before flipping me the finger.
Raising an eyebrow at the blonde she rolled her eyes, "Don't mind her, she's just mad that you didn't give her anything for Christmas."
"Hypocrite, you know she didn't get me anything either right," I shot back.
"I figured," she said uncaringly.
"So, what did you want?" I asked.
She didn't answer, opting to pull out a gold necklace with the prize from the puzzle box attached to it.
"Oh, so you figured it out huh?" I said casually despite knowing that the only way she could have gotten it was by breaking the box. The puzzle had actually been transfigured without an opening, it was more of a test of character than anything else, to see if she could think outside the box, pun intended.
"Yes, it wasn't nearly as hard as you thought," she said arrogantly, then dangled the necklace, "Now tell me, what exactly is this, and why did you say I needed it."
"Fine," I relented, "I guess I can shed a little light."
"Go on then-"
"You're a very bad liar."
She looked taken aback at the random comment, "Come again?"
"Right, sorry that came out harsher than it was supposed to. Let me try a different approach. Ahem, can you guess what was the one skill I had to learn as a child?" I asked her, leaning back in my seat.
"I don-"
I interrupted her again my voice losing all humor, "It was learning to read people. You'd be surprised by how many people are willing to take advantage of an orphan. See, at the orphanage, it's necessary to know who you can trust because the world is many times more dangerous to us who have nothing. I've had friends who have gone to adoptive parents thinking they were finally going to get that fairy tale ending only to return a few months later even more screwed up than before." I paused dramatically as if recalling the face of a long-lost friend. Turning to her I gave her a look filled with pure determination, "But you see I'm not like them, from an early age I've been able to discern the intentions of people. It's what has let me survive until now, to not fall prey to those that wish me harm. By now you can probably tell I'm not the sweet boy I make myself to be, what I am is a survivor."
Daphne looked stunned at my confession, though oddly happy too.
Increased closeness with Daphne Greengrass!
Looking her over I gave her a smile, "Do you know what my first thought was when I saw you?"
"'She's very pretty?'" she said jokingly trying to get rid of the serious mood.
I let out a chuckle, "Haha-no. From the second I met you I could tell that we were similar, both willing to do anything and everything in order to win. Am I wrong?"
Her smile became more wolfish, "You're not."
"I'm sure that being passed over for your cousin in the family business must have just grated on your pride."
"I won't even ask how you know this," she said with narrowed eyes, her smile growing smaller.
"No doubt you've already thought of a half-baked plan to wrestle control from your cousin when the time comes. But from what I know about you, I'm almost certain that you'll never be able to deal the finishing blow. That's your flaw, you love your family too much."
"That's certainly presumptuous of you Charles, to say that you know me when we've only met a few months ago," her voice growing cold.
"Then tell me I'm wrong."
"You're wrong."
Leaning forward I gave her a wide toothy grin, "I thought I told you already, you're a bad lair."
She didn't deny it this time, as she adopted an impassive face, "Your avoiding my initial question."
"Okay fine," I said giving a sigh a of defeat, then I took the necklace form her, dangling it in front of her face, "This flower belongs to a special plant I discovered in the woods."
"The forbidden forest?"
"The 'woods'," I answered confirming nothing, "Anyways, I've tried to research it but couldn't find anything. Since it seemed interesting, I tried to experiment with it but all I could discover was that if you eat one of the flower petals it will increase your luck for a small time."
"Wait so you just found a mysterious flower in the 'woods' and ate it," she said with an incredulous look.
That caused my smile to grow wider, "We all have hobbies, right? Either way, I figured you could use the extra luck if you want to keep heading down this dangerous path."
"And what path am I on?" she asked defiantly, crossing her arms.
I stood up and sat on the empty seat next to her. It was a good thing that my influence with her was high enough for me to use [Spirit Tongue] to charm her.
"Come now Daphne, I wasn't lying when I said I could read people. When I look into your eyes, I can see hunger. I can tell that you won't be satisfied with simply taking over the family business, so tell me what you real want?" I said, my words infused with magic.
Even with my words she looked hesitant to speak so I placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Y-You're right."
I said nothing as I just stared into her eyes.
"I won't be satisfied with just taking over my family's business. I-I want to restore honor back to the Greengrass name and make it the top House in all of England."
Putting more force into my voice I dug deeper, "No, that's not the answer I'm looking for. I'll ask again Daphne, what do you want?"
"I-I want power."
Better.
"Why? You're already rich and influential, not to mention you're magically gifted. Shouldn't that be enough?"
Her face slowly morphed into a scowl as her hands tightening into fist, "No. It will never be enough, not until I am certain nothing can harm my family and me."
"But Daphne dear, you can't hope to protect them always. The world is filled with dangers: rival houses, magical creatures, dark lords, even a simple accident. What do you plan to do about them?"
Her eyes were filled with a burning passion even as she spoke in the most emotionless voice I've heard from her yet, "Then I'll just have to get rid of them."
I couldn't help letting out a subconscious grin at the bloodthirsty response.
(Hermes)
The curious spirit watched the beings known as humans mill around the town.
Charles had given the small bird permission to explore and get a taste for the outside world.
Flapping his miniature wings, he followed one human, a male, he reminded himself.
As a spirit he already had a basic knowledge of the world being able to recognize simple objects and places. It wasn't until he had formed a contract to the human child that he gained a better understanding of more complex ideas like emotions, morals, and ethics.
Perching on a windowsill the chick saw as the man walked into an alley and climbed up the sideway staircase until he reached the third floor of an apartment complex. Taking some duct tape the man proceeded to cover the window in a web like pattern before hitting it with a wrench, the tape muffling the sound of breaking glass.
Hermes disappeared from his spot and reappeared inside of the apartment.
Curiously he watched as the thief made his way inside.
The man was clearly a professional as he quickly located the valuables, hidden inside of a false bottom inside a drawer in the main bedroom. Taking out a black bag he started to place them inside.
Mesmerized by the shiny jewels, Hermes felt something inside him stir.
"Chirp."
Startled the man turned around only to see nothing.
"Chirp."
This time the man jumped as the noise sounded right next to his ear.
"What the hell!" he said cautiously as he took out a switchblade and scanned the room.
"Chirp."
Jumping around he looked toward the bed post where he saw a small black bird sitting comfortably on the pillow.
"Bloody hell, it was just you," the man said sighing in relief, and went to put away his weapon. However, when he looked back up, the bird was no where to be seen. "Huh?"
Feeling a pinching sensation on his shoulder he looked to his right and saw that the bird was no longer there.
"Chirp."
Blinking in surprise he was startled when it disappeared again only to reappear back on the bed as if it had never left.
"Gulp. W-what's going on?" he said out loud, visibly shook.
Hermes tilted his head to the side as if to show it was confused by the question.
Having enough of this strangeness the man ran out of the room, with the bag of jewels, toward the broken window, only to stop as the bird was already there waiting for him.
Freaked out of his mind, the man reached for something to hit it with.
"Chirp."
"Ahhh!" the man screamed as Hermes reappeared only inches from his face, causing him to fall backwards.
Laying on his back, the last thing he saw was the bookcase from across the room appear above him.
With a resounding crash, Hermes materialized on top of the bookcase, the bag of jewels right next to him.
[Gained 450 experience.]
Wanting nothing more than to inspect his newly gained spoils, the small bird was forced to put that on hold as he felt a pulling sensation, disappearing from the room along with the bag.
(Hogwarts Express)
[Gained 450 experience.]
Seeing the shocking message, I summoned Hermes to my side curious to what the newborn spirit was up to.
But first I had to deal with the current situation.
Daphne was still staring at me intently waiting for my reaction to her confession.
"Princess, I'm liking you more and more," I said honestly, "You're ambitious, intelligent, and crafty. As I said we're more alike than you'd think."
She released some of the tension in her shoulders when she saw she hadn't scared me off, "Perhaps, but I still haven't heard of what you want Charles."
"Hmm? What I want? I wouldn't say no to a few more books-"
"Charles," the small witch hissed threateningly.
"Oh fine, spoilsport," I rolled my eyes before putting on a thinking face, "I suppose it's the same thing. I want the freedom to do what I like without being held back. After the troll incident, I've concluded that life is too precious to waste on unnecessary things, like grades, rules, and authority. I've decided to only focus on things that are fun and interesting."
The blonde looked thoughtful as she digested what I had just said, "Hmm, I suppose are goal truly do align."
"Hmm."
She looked me straight in the eyes, mustering up all her courage to ask the question that been on her mind for weeks no doubt, "Charles, will you join me?"
Seeing the nervousness in her eyes I patted her head and gave lighthearted chuckle, "No."
"W-What?" she said looking stunned at my rejection.
"Now, don't get me wrong Princess, I'm sure that joining you would be all loads of fun, but unfortunately there's a problem."
"What is it?"
"You're a pureblood?"
"Huh?" She looked taken aback by my words.
"Sorry, I don't want to sound hypercritical, but I noticed that those raised in the magical world all tend to have a different common sense than what I'm used to. Also no offense but the general education is simply baffling, you would expect those that are starting to learn magic to have already mastered something as simple as simple spelling and grammar, but the number of papers I had to correct is disheartening to say the least," I said in a lamenting tone.
"But-"
"Now don't misunderstand, I've seen that your different from the rest. You're smart, crafty, and willing to learn, but I can't simply place my faith in just that. You do understand that if I do join you and we get caught it would be a straight-way ticket for Azkaban for me right? It would be pretty difficult to experience freedom from inside a cell. So as much as I want to join you I can't just yet?"
She looked disheartened by my rejection before she perked up, "Wait, did you say 'yet'?"
Smiling benevolently at her I continued, "Well I mean if you were to say prove yourself capable, I might be willing to reconsider my decision."
Seeing the lifeline placed in front of her she pounced on it, "Oh? And hypothetically speaking, what exactly would I have to do to prove myself?"
Seeing that she had taken the bait I allowed myself a moment to check another step off the list, "Then how about…"
(Scene Change)
Following the great feast for our return, I followed the rest of my housemate up the Ravenclaw Tower.
"Ough, I'm stuffed," Terry said patting his stomach as he laid down on his bed, "Buuuurb! Excuse me."
The others were in similar states of sluggishness, meaning unpacking would mostly likely be left for tomorrow.
I walked over to the window and opened it, letting in an icy breeze.
"Charles, why did you do that!" Anthony said with a shiver as he dived under his blanket.
Extending a hand, Hermes swooped down from the darkened sky and landed on my finger. 'Did you have a good flight?' I asked it telepathically, as I noticed a pale miniature arm sticking out of his beak.
'Yes, the forest has these tasty humanoid insects,' the spirit said as it swallowed the rest of the fairy.
Petting his head in an affectionate manner I brought him inside, 'Well as long as you had fun.'
"Oh, you got a bird during the holidays," Michael commented offhandedly as he began to get ready for bed.
"Yes, he's named Hermes?" I stated presenting him to everyone, the spirit preening under their gazes.
"Cool."
"Nice."
"Whatever."
Hermes hopped on top of my bed post as I went to my suitcase and retrieved my top hat.
"Oh right, do you guys mind if I decorate the room a bit?" I asked.
"Sure, go for it?" Terry said half asleep.
Anthony, who was taking out his pajamas, gave a shrug, "I have no problem with it, actually I've been meaning to spice the room up."
"Well since the other two already said yes, I guess I have no choice but to agree," Michael chimed in.
Turning my hat downward I began to shake it causing an assortment of objects to spill forth onto the ground.
"Woah!"
"Bloody hell."
"Huh? Oh, what the blimey!"
Giving the hat one last tap, a single red ball fell on top of the small mountain of stuff.
The three unable to hold their curiosity got out of their beds and huddled around the pile.
"How in the bloody hell did you sneak all of this in here," Terry said astonishingly as he picked up a well-worn dartboard.
"I have my ways," I told them mysteriously, "By the way, do you guys know the reparo spell? Most of this stuff is broken but if you help me fix them, I'll let you guys have pick of the litter-"
"Sweet! I call the dartboard!" Terry announced as he began to pick up the darts among the pile.
Anthony clicked his tongue at him before also rummaging through the pile, taking out an old record player and some broken records, "Well then, since your offering, I'll just take these."
Looking to Michael who had yet to move, I saw him eyeing a book on poetry. I took it from the pile and tossed it to him.
"…Thanks," he said flipping through the pages, "Where'd you even get all of this?"
"The orphanage I live at came into some money and finally got around to replacing some of our old equipment. Sooo, seeing as no one was going to miss it, I just took it," I responded as I took a dis-inflated soccer ball and waved my wand over it, bring it back to pristine shape.
"Wait is that even legal."
Ignoring the question I clapped my hands, "Well then, let's get to decorating this place."
Decorating the room took longer than expected as everyone kept getting easily distracted by their new stuff.
"Reparo," Anthony spoke as he pointed his wand to a badminton racket that had a fairly noticeable dent on it. After it was fixed he gave it an experimental swing, nodding in satisfaction, "Do you guys want to play badminton tomorrow?"
Terry shook his head, "Too cold, anyone seen the other half of this yo-yo?"
"Sigh. Here."
"Thanks Michael."
Unrolling one of the crumbled-up posters I saw that it contained a picture of a woman in a stripped bikini.
"Dibs!" the call came from three different directions. The trio looked at each other surprised for a second before each shot from their places in the room and at me.
I held it above my head and seeing as I was taller than everyone by at least a couple inches, they had to hop around trying to reach it, "Wait. Hold on you guys. We can't have this here; we'll get in trouble with Flitwick."
That caused them to stop jumping to reach it.
"It's my fault I really should have looked over everything first instead of just stuffing it inside my hat."
Terry put down his arms, "Charles is right you guys, we should- mine!" he declared as he dashed to the pile of stuff and started gathering all the rolled-up posters.
"No fair!"
"Bullocks!"
"Yes! They're all mine!" the first year Ravenclaw cheered as he was chased around the room by his other two teammates.
Seeing the lively atmosphere, my mind went to the Slytherin House.
(Daphne)
Pining the flyer on the house bulletin board, the young blond witch took a step back to inspect her work.
Student Store Petition
Nodding in satisfaction, Daphne took a quill and signed her name on the dotted line at the very top in bold green letters.
A crowd had already formed around her to see what she was doing.
Turning around she gave a brief nod to a prefect who took the quill and stepped forward to sign his name, once he was do he passed it on to the next.
She walked over to her peers near the fireplace, the biggest and most comfortable chair being vacant for her, as it should be.
"What's this about Greengrass?" Pansy asked, sitting next to Draco on the couch while Crabbe and Goyle stood behind them like good little stooges.
"Yes, mind explaining what this whole student store business is about," Draco added trying and failing to appear more mature.
"It is exactly as it seems Draco, a store managed by the students?" she told him impassively.
"I know that! What I want to know is why?" he said raising his voice.
"Huhh, very well," she said with a sigh as if talking to a child, "I figure it is high time that some changes be made to Hogwarts. Personally, I find it beneath me to have to wait until break to restock on school supplies like some hoarding rodent only to write home a few months anyways to have more mailed to me anyways. I'm sure you all feel the same as do the other Houses. So why not install a permanent fixture where we can buy what we need at our convince."
"That seems a little elaborate just for paper and quills, what the real reason?" the blond wizard asked cautiously.
"Oh good, you've learned how to think in the time I was gone," Daphne said motionlessly with a slow clap, "It's as you guessed there is a deeper reason for why I am doing this."
She took a moment to look at everyone in the eye, "As you no doubt know, Slytherin isn't exactly the most popular among the other houses, despite us having those with the purest blood among us." She saw those of noble birth nod subconsciously at that, and had to hold a mental eyeroll at their arrogance. "Hogwarts was intended to house all young witch and wizards from different background and as such it was specifically made to limit the influence of our great families. While we are in this school our positions and titles mean nothing," her voice growing soft at the end, a trick to make them lean forward. "This store however will change all that."
"How exactly," Pansy asked no curious.
Taking out a galleon from her pocket, Daphne held it out for them all to see, "With the one power still available to us, our wealth. Normally it has no real use inside the walls of Hogwarts, except to showboat on occasions, but if the store does get approved, we can start to change that. Students will stop buying their supplies in bulk and instead rely on the store, and if were to monopolize the store-"
"We would control the other houses," Draco finished stupidly.
Daphne threw him an icy glare for interrupting her but nodded nevertheless, "Correct, we will be able to influence the other Houses. Plus it will serve as good practice for when we graduate."
"That's brilliant," Pansy said impressed. The others seemed to agree as they began to talk to each other excitedly, showing once again how utterly childish they actually were.
Leaning on her chair, Daphne suppressed a smile as she watched the room devolve into similar discussions. The craftier and smarter ones in the room seemed to have figured out her true intent as they would occasionally give her a brief nod in her direction.
'Fools, the lot of them,' she thought to herself as she remembered her time in the train compartment.
"You want me to do what?" Daphne asked incredulously.
"You heard me Princess, if you want my help in the future you have to show me that you can do what you say you can," Charles said with that confident smile of his that somehow made her feel all jittery inside.
"You're asking me to sneak band goods inside of Hogwarts and what start a black-market!? You can't be serious!" she whispered harshly, keeping an eye on the door.
"What are you afraid of, getting caught?" he said mockingly, "You were talking a big game just a second ago."
"…" she had nothing to say to that.
"I'll put it this way, this will serve as practice for the future. If you can't sneak in a few harmless goods inside of Hogwarts then how do you plan to get past more secure places in the future."
Grinding her teeth in frustration, Daphne knew he had a point. If she was caught the most they could do to her was expelling her, but that hardly mattered with her families backing, she could just go abroad, perhaps even increase her level of influence by going to Beauxbaton. Either way she would mostly escape with a slap on the wrist.
"Fine…" she said after weighing the pros and cons.
"Good," he said leaning back on his seat, "Now to set up rules for our little game."
"Rules?"
"Well I don't want to drag it out, so a time limit. You have exactly one year from today to make… let's say 200 Galleons."
"200 Galleons! Are you mental!" she shouted in indignation, "I doubt there's even 50 Galleons total in the entire school."
Waving an index finger in the air, Charles gave another smile, "There you go again, thinking with a thieves mentality, only thinking of what you can get at the moment. What you need is to start thinking like a different criminal, a businessman. If there's not enough money to take, then all you needed to do is increase it first. The amount of spending money that the average student has should be anywhere between 3 to 20 Sickles. If you want to meet the goal, your first step will be to increase the amount they carry with them."
"And how am I supposed to do that?"
"Tell me princess, have you ever heard of a Student Store."
Daphne could already see money being taken out of pockets, as students took check of their financial situation and found it lacking.
The blonde didn't have to worry about it being declined as the Prefects she had explained her plan to, had confirmed that there was nothing that prohibited them form doing so. Though she supposed that was unnecessary as she doubted Charles would have proposed something that was bound to fail.
All she needed now was to get all of the other houses to agree and she would be one step closer to her goal. Charles said he would take care of the Ravenclaws, which left only the Hufflepuffs and the Gryffindors.
'Looks like I'll have to resort to some old fashion blackmail if I want to get their signatures,' she thought as frightening grin grazed her lips causing those around her to look cautious.
Her mind went to a certain charming Ravenclaw wondering exactly what other dastardly plan he was concocting at the moment.
(Ravenclaw Tower)
"Come on Charles you got this," Terry said as he massaged my shoulders encouraging from behind.
"If you lose this, you're dead to me Robert," an unknown boy whispered into the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain.
Robert said nothing, silent like a grave, as he clutched two playing cards, a queen of hearts and a two of spades from what [Observe] told me.
I looked down at my eight and six of spades and looked around the circle at the others.
As to the reason why we were all having a high-stakes poker match in the middle of the night, well that's an interesting story.
Apparently, our roughhousing earlier had been loud enough to force a prefect to come down and investigate. As one could imagine, the scene of three pre-teens fighting over posters of a scantily clad models next to a mountain of stuff wasn't exactly what he had in mind.
Thankfully, I knew he found the scene too amusing to report us to Flitwick, on the promise of keeping some of the pile.
That would have been of it too if Robert hadn't walked in just then to discuss Quittich training and seen the exchange.
Same deal was offered which he accepted unashamedly.
The problem unfortunately didn't stop there as the two upperclassmen had both eyed the same jacket, resulting in an arguing match, which as one would expect forced another prefect to come investigate.
Seeing as things were going nowhere fast one of the prefects suggest we settle things once and for with a poker match.
Apparently, this wasn't the first time something like this happened as they all went back to their rooms to collect their stash of hidden items.
In the middle of the floor was a small mound of goods.
"I raise three bottles of butterbeer," the fifth-year prefect said placing three bottles of that sugary abomination into the pile.
I picked up a swimsuit poster and threw it on the pile, "Call."
Robert threw four unopened chocolate frogs, "Call."
I looked toward the Headboy who looked to be having an internal struggle. Finally, he sighed and placed his cards down, "Fold."
It was a good think that there were no girls around as the last player of the round took out a certain adult magazine, "Raise."
I could hear the intake of air from the others, before Terry was shaking my shoulders again, "Charles! You have to win this mate."
The others were looking cautious now, looking to their pile to see if they had anything of equal value to contest with.
I gave a whistle and Hermes flew from my bed and handed me my top hat. I reached inside and pulled out four swimsuit issues which I threw into the pot causing the others to curse, "Call."
"Does that hat have everything?" Anthony asked mystified as he grabbed the hat and turned it upside down.
"What will it be Captain," I asked mockingly.
"Fold," Robert said taking one of the remaining butterbeers in his pile and opening it.
"And then there were three," I said glancing at the other two.
"You're out of your league Firsty."
I gave a snort, "You would think so, but I live at an orphanage remember. I've been playing poker since I was 7."
The fifth year prefect looked pretty confident as he, without the slightest hint of hesitation, threw not only his couple's necklace but also a ring and a bracelet, "Call."
The dealer, a third year Ravenclaw placed down the final card down.
Ten of Spades, Five of Diamonds, Ace of Hearts, Seven of Spades, and finally the Nine of Spades.
"Read it and weep losers, straight flush!" I shouted as I smacked the cards on the floor. I already knew they had nothing that could beat it, and I was proven correct as they threw down their cards and began to curse, or weep in the case of the prefect.
"Yes, Yes, Yes!" Terry said jumping around.
(Common Room)
I watched as Anthony tried to suppress a yawn for the umpteenth time, as we made our way into the common room.
By the end of last night, we had all walked away all the richer and with more stuff than we knew what to do with, but that was to be expected with a LUK score of 30. Really should thinking about hitting Monte Carlo in the future.
There was talk of making it a monthly thing, which I was all for it.
"What's all the commotion," Michael said lazily when they reached the bottom of the stair only to find people gathered around the bulletin board.
Terry being the most energetic fought through the crowd of people to reach the front.
"Petition for a School Store, what's that?" he shouted out loud.
Eric, the Head Boy from last night's game walked up to us, "Someone left it under the door early in the morning."
"Wow, that's… suspicious. What even is a student store?" I asked.
"The flyer explains it a little. It's a store run by the prefects and teachers to raise funds for school equipment and activities, like clubs and such."
"A student store huh? Doesn't sound so bad actually, those school brooms should have been replaced years ago," trying to come off as casual.
"I'll say, you know I almost broke my neck during first year because of them."
"I can also see how it might benefit those from muggle backgrounds like me since we can't just have supplies delivered to us like the others."
"I suppose so," Eric said thoughtfully, "… by the way any chance I can take a peek at that magazine?"
"Sorry, I already gave it to Terry, and I doubt he'll part with it now," I told him without looking.
"Terry Boot you say?" he said with a contemplating voice.
Any more discussion was interrupted as we were just in time to see a girl slap the prefect from last night across the face before stomping off in a huff.
"Ah looks like she found out?" I said casually.
"Indeed."
A/N: Done.
Again I apologize for the long update.
So what do you guys think?
The student store will be just like any high school store selling basic commodities, like fancy quills, quidditch jerseys, sweaters, snacks and stuff. It will be run by the four houses in the form of prefects. Money collect can then be used to pay for club activities or equipment.
All of this is to make it more like a regular high school. By the way, my school had a candy black market. There was guy that you talked to and he would usually have an assortment of snacks you could buy at a cheaper price.
I think there's a black market in every high school. If you think yours didn't then you probably weren't told.
Now Hermes, isn't just the god of travel but also of thieves just to let you know. Wink Wink.
Not much to say on the matter with Daphne and her plan, other than she is slowly being brought over to the dark side.