"Good lord, Arthur." Mr Malfoy said in a mocking, soft voice, "what did you have to sell to get seats in the top box?"
The family of redheads seethed for a second, then Fred nudged Mayumi, whispering in her ear.
"Do the thing." He hissed.
Mayumi smiled pleasantly, nodded, then turned to face the blond man.
"And Mister," She said with a look of mock worry and sadness, "I see that you have sold your poor brain, to get this rich."
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