One-way ticket
The three fifteen-year old Gryffindors huddled together in the cold winds on the Hogwarts' grounds. A girl with bushy brown hair, by the name of Hermoine Granger counted out her coins.
"I have 8 sickles. If I can, may I borrow a few more if I see something in Honeydukes I would like?" Ron Weasley, a redheaded, freckle-faced boy asked.
Harry Potter, a boy with thick shaggy jet-black hair and bright green eyes searched his coin bag.
"I have enough for 2 ½ month's supply of hot Butterbeer. I will share with you Ron, don't worry." Harry said, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"I bet I have enough money for many more future Butterbeers, Potter." A sly voice said. The group rolled their eyes and faced Draco Malfoy, a Slytherin who most defiently hated the Gryffindors.
"Now you must beg for money, Weasely? No wonder you are so poor! You must live like a rat!" sneered Malfoy. Malfoy's followers and best friends, Crabbe and Goyle, snickered behind their black robes.
"Yeah Malfoy, well I'm guessing that Butterbeers is all you can afford, eh?" Harry replied, stuffing his coins back into the bag.
"Good afternoon students. I am selling tickets to raise money for new Transfiguration equipment. Mr. Longbottom broke a few goblets and he is helping me sell a few tickets." Professor McGonagall said, walking up to the group.
"If I may ask, what are the tickets for? A certain place?" Hermoine asked, pulling her coins back out.
"A trip to Hogmarine, to see the magical creatures at a one time show. It should be great. Only 5 Knuts a ticket. One thing, I want everyone to have their tickets on them the whole time! The stagecoaches will be checking the tickets there and back. So don't lose it."
Harry and his friends quickly made for their bags and started to count out their coins. Harry placed a hand over Ron's.
"I'll pay for you, Ron. I don't mind." He said, paying for two tickets. Hermoine paid for her own.
"Thank you Potter, Granger, Weasely. Slytherins, will you be joining in the festivities?" Professor McGonagall asked, turning her face towards the rest.
The Slytherins dug in their pockets and pulled out coins.
"Of course, Professor." Malfoy said, a smirk filling his small face.
Professor McGonagall greatly accepted the coins and place three six tickets in each of their waiting hands. With a quick swoosh and a spin on her heel, she marched off with the coins in her pocket and the tickets in her hand, waiting for her next group of victims
The three fifteen-year old Gryffindors huddled together in the cold winds on the Hogwarts' grounds. A girl with bushy brown hair, by the name of Hermoine Granger counted out her coins.
"I have 8 sickles. If I can, may I borrow a few more if I see something in Honeydukes I would like?" Ron Weasley, a redheaded, freckle-faced boy asked.
Harry Potter, a boy with thick shaggy jet-black hair and bright green eyes searched his coin bag.
"I have enough for 2 ½ month's supply of hot Butterbeer. I will share with you Ron, don't worry." Harry said, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"I bet I have enough money for many more future Butterbeers, Potter." A sly voice said. The group rolled their eyes and faced Draco Malfoy, a Slytherin who most defiently hated the Gryffindors.
"Now you must beg for money, Weasely? No wonder you are so poor! You must live like a rat!" sneered Malfoy. Malfoy's followers and best friends, Crabbe and Goyle, snickered behind their black robes.
"Yeah Malfoy, well I'm guessing that Butterbeers is all you can afford, eh?" Harry replied, stuffing his coins back into the bag.
"Good afternoon students. I am selling tickets to raise money for new Transfiguration equipment. Mr. Longbottom broke a few goblets and he is helping me sell a few tickets." Professor McGonagall said, walking up to the group.
"If I may ask, what are the tickets for? A certain place?" Hermoine asked, pulling her coins back out.
"A trip to Hogmarine, to see the magical creatures at a one time show. It should be great. Only 5 Knuts a ticket. One thing, I want everyone to have their tickets on them the whole time! The stagecoaches will be checking the tickets there and back. So don't lose it."
Harry and his friends quickly made for their bags and started to count out their coins. Harry placed a hand over Ron's.
"I'll pay for you, Ron. I don't mind." He said, paying for two tickets. Hermoine paid for her own.
"Thank you Potter, Granger, Weasely. Slytherins, will you be joining in the festivities?" Professor McGonagall asked, turning her face towards the rest.
The Slytherins dug in their pockets and pulled out coins.
"Of course, Professor." Malfoy said, a smirk filling his small face.
Professor McGonagall greatly accepted the coins and place three six tickets in each of their waiting hands. With a quick swoosh and a spin on her heel, she marched off with the coins in her pocket and the tickets in her hand, waiting for her next group of victims