Challenge 87, 73, 29
Title: Closet
Rating/Warnings: PG?
Characters/Pairing: James and Sirius
Summary: Mid adventure they need a hideout, but how are they going to get back to Gryffindor undetected?
Word Count: 1278
Author's Notes:
Registered purchases?: both
“We can’t hide in there!” James whispered loudly.
“Well I don’t know where you think we should go!” Sirius growled back and clambered into the small closet. “It’s not like we have a whole lot of options. You know you saw Mrs. Norris same as I did and we are short on time. So you can either come with me, James Potter, or I can make up a story about how I was hexed here to Friday but I don’t know by who. Either way I’ll end up good to go, you will be caught. So are you in or are you out?” Sirius’ hand was on the doorknob as he stood inside the frame fully prepared to close the door right after him.
Without a word James got right in Sirius’ face as he entered the closet and heard the door shut behind him. The blackness settled around them like a blanket on a hot day, it was almost overbearing and sweltering. “Black I hope that is you I just touched.”
“Yeah, it was Prongs. Not like it would be much of anyone else.”
“well you never know what could be lurking in these things! I can’t speak for that!” James shook his head in disbelief. Leave it to Sirius to not think outside the box on this one. “So what are we going to do now? You seem quite certain that Mrs. Norris is going to find is regardless. How does having me along increase your chances of survival. I can’t be the one who hexed you. I’d look like a bloody poof if I was still in here with you when they show up!”
“I’m still working on that. I just figured if you were here it would help. Two heads are better than one and all.” Sirius shrugged and the movement of his robe was evident in the darkness.
“Wait wait wait. I can’t believe I didn’t think of this before. Sirius, you need to pretend it’s a full moon.” James grinned and nodded before pushing his glasses up his nose a bit.
“And what, chase Remus? I think not! You know I hate doing that part of it.”
“No you dolt! Turn into a dog! Dogs chase cats, cats tend to dislike dogs. You could throw her off our trail. Once you get her out of the way you could transform back and I could levitate you up to the tower or something. Come on, what do you say?”
“I think you’re daft. Even if I could get her outside you think that Filch wouldn’t be right behind us? Even if he wasn’t, you think you could really see me from Gryffindor to the grounds? Hardly! Besides that - I hardly think that you would make it up to the Tower before I’m on the grounds anyway. We’re on the second floor, remember?” Sirius crossed his arms looking rather perturbed.
“Well I never said I thought it through, it was just an idea!” James felt a bit taken aback by Sirius’ comment but only for a few moments. “Wait, why don’t you go dog now? I can pretend to be chasing you should anyone come across us! If we get to Gryffindor, bam! Sirius Black is back. If not, you chase whoever and we go back to my main plan where I levitate you or something.”
“I really don’t think that you’re going to be able to see me from any distance, James. It’s like you’re asking me to take a flying leap out the window and assume you’re going to catch me by your lonesome. It just doesn’t work like that!”
“You know if I ended up back in the tower I’d have Remus with me and he’s much better at these things than I am. I mean, sure, he’d be ticked that I asked him to do it but he’d sure as hell step up to save your ass in the mean time. Plus I can get Peter to go rat and scare away people from the Common Room which has got to count for something. Worst then is they try to exterminate the Tower and we have a sleepover someplace else for one day. We know enough to make a sleeping bag into all but heaven with a few spells. I mean really the only thing that could make it better would be someone to share it with!”
Sirius paused, boring his eyes into the blackness where he assumed James to be. “Potter, if you’re coming on to me I’m out this closet immediately.”
“W-what?” James blinked, rather confused. “You thought I meant YOU? Oh god you prat! No, I’m talking about Lily Evans.”
Sirius chuckled, holding most of the noise in as to avoid detection. “The Prefect? Are you out of your bloody mind? She’ll never say yes to that. She’s too damn busy studying for whatever exam is next. Not that she ever needs to study for Charms, she’s wicked at that, and Slughorn likes her so Potions is a walk in the park. I wish I had those kinds of connections!”
“Um, you’re a Black. You had those kinds of connections, if not better, well until you thought it better to spend the rest of your life with me. And no, not a gay comment, but you did run away from home to stay with me so you’ve done that to yourself, ok?”
Sirius reached out and swatted at the air, missing James entirely and hitting something hard, wooden, and sharp. “Ow! Fuck!” He shook his hand violently as if the movement would somehow make it hurt less. He gripped it fiercely to numb the pain he felt.
“Serves you right.”
“Come on James! We need a plan already!”
“Sirius, it’s been nearly 15 minutes, I think if anyone was coming to destroy our lives they’d have been here by now.” James gasped, a rush of air being inhaled. “Isn’t there some Astronomy Extra Credit something tonight? If we wait up long enough we can scoot out when the Hufflepuffs are coming down this way. Sure we’d need a story for why we were here, but it would at least keep us out of an abundance of crap in between!”
“YES!” Sirius grinned and James could nearly see his white teeth in the light. “So what reason would we have to be down on the second floor with the Duffers?”
They sat in silence for several minutes until they heard a clock chime the hour.
“Not much time, James. Thoughts?”
James had taken his glasses off and was rubbing the bridge of his nose, feeling a bit aggravated. “I want to say that one of them was going to get us a snack but then they would check and of course nobody would agree. Wait, Sirius, do you still have that book from before? And don’t tell me you don’t read, this might make it work for us!”
Sirius dug in the pockets of his robe and pulled out a small leatherbound book that he had taken from the library previously. “Yeah, I’ve got it. So what of it?”
“Great! So your book accidentally got stuck in with some of their stuff and we didn’t realize it til late so we rushed down to try and get it before they were back in their little den. I just came with you so you wouldn’t have to go alone!”
“Brilliant!” Sirius laughed, suddenly hearing the Hufflepuffs and Slytherins coming down the hallway. “Wait until the end, then we break, ok?” His voice was now all but a whisper as he began to work to stand carefully. “Ready… steady… go!”
1278/30= 42.6 = 43 +10 = 53
Title: Train Ride
Rating/Warnings: G
Characters/Pairing: Hermione
Summary: Hermione writing in her Diary on the way to Hogwarts
Word Count: 821
Author's Notes:
Registered purchases?: both
The train was crowded, as it always was. Hermione Granger pulled out her diary. She had been neatly documenting her life since the day she received her Hogwarts Acceptance Letter and had a visit from some School Officials. She was naturally excited, but she was also pretty calm about it all things considered. Her bags were packed neatly far ahead of time and all she had to do was wait, and read.
Dear Diary,
Platform 9 ¾ was not hard to find. I was able to stand a bit away and wait until I saw someone I was sure was not a Muggle and follow them in. It was a bit scary, to think that I was going to go crashing into a brick wall if I didn’t do it right. It was naturally not that difficult. Mom and Dad were a bit spooked, but I know it’s odd to think that this is the school I am going to and will no longer be a dentist or orthodontist. I know they had wanted that for me, but it seems like life had some other plans this time around. I’m not entirely sure what I would like to do. I suppose I could keep on the same career path and be a Healer of sorts but something about magical healing doesn’t hold the same interest of that of Muggle medicine. I think that I would be right good at potions as I’ve enjoyed a good bit of chemistry in my time. Herbology I’m sure I’ll be fine at but it doesn’t hold an interest for me other than going into the potions piece. I couldn’t imagine myself out in the fields or greenhouses until all hours digging around in the dirt. Too much of that depends on other factors like weather and soil conditions. At least if I’m drying out some type of magical herb I have control over most of the external factors. There can always be mistakes I’m sure but much less so.
I don’t understand why these children can’t respect space. This is the third time I’ve been elbowed and this car isn’t even full! Look, there is a smudge across the whole page and I don’t appreciate it.
Hermione tucked a bookmark in the page and stood up. She collected her things and walked to another entirely empty car. She left her items and quickly changed into her robes. She knew it would set her apart as a first year, but really people tended to know that they were going to see all kinds of odd things on this first ride so it hardly mattered. Upon her return she placed her bag of clothes safely away and picked up her diary again.
Well Diary, I’m back.
I put on my Witch’s Wardrobe, as funny as that is to say. I spent quite a bit of time at Madame Malkin’s making sure I got everything just so. I’m not sure really what to compare it to, though. It’s not like I’ve worn anything like this in my life. I assume I would have at upon graduation from a university of course, but again that is now something I’m not likely to be doing. I figure if I’m going to spend so much time at this Magical School I might as well have a magical job at the end when I’m done. If I find I really can’t stand it I’ll get tutored and take some kind of A levels at an odd time. Claim a semester abroad or something of the sort. I’m sure I’ll do fine. I’m also confident I’ll find someone to study with who can help me progress. I’m smart, sure but I want to be so much more. I do hope the Sorting Hat takes that into consideration when it chooses what House to put me in. I know I would be a brilliant Ravenclaw, but I just feel like a Gryffindor is so much more what I need out of life.
The train went over a bridge and Hermione looked out the window. She watched as the trees and mountains flashed by as she raced on to her destiny. Who knew what the world was going to hold for her, but she was eager for it. This was all some kind of adventure and she found she wasn’t scared of it. In fact, if anything she was excited.
Diary,
I know I’m off on the greatest adventure I will ever be on, and it is simply amazing. I am going to experience things that I thought only belonged in books and fairy tales. Things that could never be real, but certainly are. I feel that I can no longer sit still. I have to go out and meet who other people! Oh look, the snack cart. Well I’m sure they can wait a bit longer, I’ll go right after this.
H. J. Granger
821/30= 27 +10= 37
Title: CANDY!
Rating/Warnings: G
Characters/Pairing: Random
Summary: Ravenclaws have a strange tradition surrounding Chocolate Frog Trading Cards!
Word Count: 762
Author's Notes:
Registered purchases?: both
The Ravenclaws sat in a tight circle around the table. It was trading time. The group of them were all avid collectors of Chocolate Frog Cards and they had been collecting since the holidays. It was now nearly the end of the term and as per tradition, the weekend before exams started the Trade was about to begin.
It was a bartering tactic where each of them would bring whatever cards they were willing to trade (and often a few they weren’t) and show off their spoils. Some of them had quite decided this was the year they were going to get that elusive Gregory the Smarmy.
As per tradition, the Seventh Year Prefect (or Head Boy or Girl if they had one) was to start off the games. “Friends, Housemates, you know how this all begins. Please be respectful of your peers and remember not everyone wants to trade. First, the show offs. I have, to show off, a turn of the century Rowena Ravenclaw. I found it in my grandparent’s attic, my grandmum was born in 1880 and got this particular card as a child.” The girl smiled and carefully placed the card in the table in front of her. There were a number of ooohs and aaaahs as people admired it. Rowena was looking quite pleased with herself and waved excitedly at all the Ravenclaws. She too understood that this was tradition and made it a point to show up on SOMEONE’s card throughout the night.
One by one they went around the table showing off various finds throughout the year. Some were brand new added cards, others were old ones like what Katrina had showed off. They were all pleased with what they had, though sometimes their peers were a bit less excited. Next came the opening of the frogs. Everyone at the table had a new, unopened Chocolate Frog to enjoy right then. That was normally the time things started to get a little hectic. If someone had a particularly good card they forgot entirely about their Frog which proceeded to hop all along the table. It was even worse in hot years because it would start to melt on other people’s cards and then all hell just broke loose.
“One. Two. Three!” On three everyone ripped open their cartons to see what it is they had gotten. Often it wasn’t exciting, but for Roger this years was different. “I’VE DONE IT!” he yelled excitedly. He waved his card around, frog forgotton. “I have Gregory! My collection is complete!” He grinned and all but jumped up and down waving it around.” The poor frog simply ribbeted on the table and promptly attracted the attention of several cats who circled the group, anxiously awaiting their turn to pounce on the little magical frogs.
Roger all but went streaking through the room showing his card to any number of people. “I’ve done it! I’ve finally done it! My challenge is complete!” Once his jubilation was complete he tucked the card into his case and grinned like a fool. There would be more cards that would come out in the future of course, so he held on to his more rare cards for potential future barters should he need it. Some of the more common cards, however, he proceeded to hand out to younger Housemates who were just starting their collections. He would tell them how he found the card or what he bartered for it originially. He would tell them what time the witch or wizard liked to show up and to tell them to tell the card that they were the new owner and it was best to keep the prior schedule. It wasn’t easy jumping from card to card all the time, after all!
By the time Roger got back to the table, the trade was in full frenzy. It made the New York Stock Exchange look tame. Waving cards, yelling, fists pounding on the table. Oh there was much to be made or lost in a short amount of time. Often from the first words to the unspoken dispursement at the end it lasted less than sixty minutes. Not always, of course, but often. Roger’s first year they closed in less than thirty meanwhile in Katrina’s first year it went nearly three hours!
Regardless of who ‘won’ or ‘lost’ the day, each and every student remembered those moments. They would grow older and tell their own children the adventures in card trading and encourage them to start collecting cards early so as to never be behind!
762/30=25+10 = 35
37+53+35= 125 POINTS FOR GRYFFINDOR!
Rating/Warnings: PG?
Characters/Pairing: James and Sirius
Summary: Mid adventure they need a hideout, but how are they going to get back to Gryffindor undetected?
Word Count: 1278
Author's Notes:
Registered purchases?: both
“We can’t hide in there!” James whispered loudly.
“Well I don’t know where you think we should go!” Sirius growled back and clambered into the small closet. “It’s not like we have a whole lot of options. You know you saw Mrs. Norris same as I did and we are short on time. So you can either come with me, James Potter, or I can make up a story about how I was hexed here to Friday but I don’t know by who. Either way I’ll end up good to go, you will be caught. So are you in or are you out?” Sirius’ hand was on the doorknob as he stood inside the frame fully prepared to close the door right after him.
Without a word James got right in Sirius’ face as he entered the closet and heard the door shut behind him. The blackness settled around them like a blanket on a hot day, it was almost overbearing and sweltering. “Black I hope that is you I just touched.”
“Yeah, it was Prongs. Not like it would be much of anyone else.”
“well you never know what could be lurking in these things! I can’t speak for that!” James shook his head in disbelief. Leave it to Sirius to not think outside the box on this one. “So what are we going to do now? You seem quite certain that Mrs. Norris is going to find is regardless. How does having me along increase your chances of survival. I can’t be the one who hexed you. I’d look like a bloody poof if I was still in here with you when they show up!”
“I’m still working on that. I just figured if you were here it would help. Two heads are better than one and all.” Sirius shrugged and the movement of his robe was evident in the darkness.
“Wait wait wait. I can’t believe I didn’t think of this before. Sirius, you need to pretend it’s a full moon.” James grinned and nodded before pushing his glasses up his nose a bit.
“And what, chase Remus? I think not! You know I hate doing that part of it.”
“No you dolt! Turn into a dog! Dogs chase cats, cats tend to dislike dogs. You could throw her off our trail. Once you get her out of the way you could transform back and I could levitate you up to the tower or something. Come on, what do you say?”
“I think you’re daft. Even if I could get her outside you think that Filch wouldn’t be right behind us? Even if he wasn’t, you think you could really see me from Gryffindor to the grounds? Hardly! Besides that - I hardly think that you would make it up to the Tower before I’m on the grounds anyway. We’re on the second floor, remember?” Sirius crossed his arms looking rather perturbed.
“Well I never said I thought it through, it was just an idea!” James felt a bit taken aback by Sirius’ comment but only for a few moments. “Wait, why don’t you go dog now? I can pretend to be chasing you should anyone come across us! If we get to Gryffindor, bam! Sirius Black is back. If not, you chase whoever and we go back to my main plan where I levitate you or something.”
“I really don’t think that you’re going to be able to see me from any distance, James. It’s like you’re asking me to take a flying leap out the window and assume you’re going to catch me by your lonesome. It just doesn’t work like that!”
“You know if I ended up back in the tower I’d have Remus with me and he’s much better at these things than I am. I mean, sure, he’d be ticked that I asked him to do it but he’d sure as hell step up to save your ass in the mean time. Plus I can get Peter to go rat and scare away people from the Common Room which has got to count for something. Worst then is they try to exterminate the Tower and we have a sleepover someplace else for one day. We know enough to make a sleeping bag into all but heaven with a few spells. I mean really the only thing that could make it better would be someone to share it with!”
Sirius paused, boring his eyes into the blackness where he assumed James to be. “Potter, if you’re coming on to me I’m out this closet immediately.”
“W-what?” James blinked, rather confused. “You thought I meant YOU? Oh god you prat! No, I’m talking about Lily Evans.”
Sirius chuckled, holding most of the noise in as to avoid detection. “The Prefect? Are you out of your bloody mind? She’ll never say yes to that. She’s too damn busy studying for whatever exam is next. Not that she ever needs to study for Charms, she’s wicked at that, and Slughorn likes her so Potions is a walk in the park. I wish I had those kinds of connections!”
“Um, you’re a Black. You had those kinds of connections, if not better, well until you thought it better to spend the rest of your life with me. And no, not a gay comment, but you did run away from home to stay with me so you’ve done that to yourself, ok?”
Sirius reached out and swatted at the air, missing James entirely and hitting something hard, wooden, and sharp. “Ow! Fuck!” He shook his hand violently as if the movement would somehow make it hurt less. He gripped it fiercely to numb the pain he felt.
“Serves you right.”
“Come on James! We need a plan already!”
“Sirius, it’s been nearly 15 minutes, I think if anyone was coming to destroy our lives they’d have been here by now.” James gasped, a rush of air being inhaled. “Isn’t there some Astronomy Extra Credit something tonight? If we wait up long enough we can scoot out when the Hufflepuffs are coming down this way. Sure we’d need a story for why we were here, but it would at least keep us out of an abundance of crap in between!”
“YES!” Sirius grinned and James could nearly see his white teeth in the light. “So what reason would we have to be down on the second floor with the Duffers?”
They sat in silence for several minutes until they heard a clock chime the hour.
“Not much time, James. Thoughts?”
James had taken his glasses off and was rubbing the bridge of his nose, feeling a bit aggravated. “I want to say that one of them was going to get us a snack but then they would check and of course nobody would agree. Wait, Sirius, do you still have that book from before? And don’t tell me you don’t read, this might make it work for us!”
Sirius dug in the pockets of his robe and pulled out a small leatherbound book that he had taken from the library previously. “Yeah, I’ve got it. So what of it?”
“Great! So your book accidentally got stuck in with some of their stuff and we didn’t realize it til late so we rushed down to try and get it before they were back in their little den. I just came with you so you wouldn’t have to go alone!”
“Brilliant!” Sirius laughed, suddenly hearing the Hufflepuffs and Slytherins coming down the hallway. “Wait until the end, then we break, ok?” His voice was now all but a whisper as he began to work to stand carefully. “Ready… steady… go!”
1278/30= 42.6 = 43 +10 = 53
Title: Train Ride
Rating/Warnings: G
Characters/Pairing: Hermione
Summary: Hermione writing in her Diary on the way to Hogwarts
Word Count: 821
Author's Notes:
Registered purchases?: both
The train was crowded, as it always was. Hermione Granger pulled out her diary. She had been neatly documenting her life since the day she received her Hogwarts Acceptance Letter and had a visit from some School Officials. She was naturally excited, but she was also pretty calm about it all things considered. Her bags were packed neatly far ahead of time and all she had to do was wait, and read.
Dear Diary,
Platform 9 ¾ was not hard to find. I was able to stand a bit away and wait until I saw someone I was sure was not a Muggle and follow them in. It was a bit scary, to think that I was going to go crashing into a brick wall if I didn’t do it right. It was naturally not that difficult. Mom and Dad were a bit spooked, but I know it’s odd to think that this is the school I am going to and will no longer be a dentist or orthodontist. I know they had wanted that for me, but it seems like life had some other plans this time around. I’m not entirely sure what I would like to do. I suppose I could keep on the same career path and be a Healer of sorts but something about magical healing doesn’t hold the same interest of that of Muggle medicine. I think that I would be right good at potions as I’ve enjoyed a good bit of chemistry in my time. Herbology I’m sure I’ll be fine at but it doesn’t hold an interest for me other than going into the potions piece. I couldn’t imagine myself out in the fields or greenhouses until all hours digging around in the dirt. Too much of that depends on other factors like weather and soil conditions. At least if I’m drying out some type of magical herb I have control over most of the external factors. There can always be mistakes I’m sure but much less so.
I don’t understand why these children can’t respect space. This is the third time I’ve been elbowed and this car isn’t even full! Look, there is a smudge across the whole page and I don’t appreciate it.
Hermione tucked a bookmark in the page and stood up. She collected her things and walked to another entirely empty car. She left her items and quickly changed into her robes. She knew it would set her apart as a first year, but really people tended to know that they were going to see all kinds of odd things on this first ride so it hardly mattered. Upon her return she placed her bag of clothes safely away and picked up her diary again.
Well Diary, I’m back.
I put on my Witch’s Wardrobe, as funny as that is to say. I spent quite a bit of time at Madame Malkin’s making sure I got everything just so. I’m not sure really what to compare it to, though. It’s not like I’ve worn anything like this in my life. I assume I would have at upon graduation from a university of course, but again that is now something I’m not likely to be doing. I figure if I’m going to spend so much time at this Magical School I might as well have a magical job at the end when I’m done. If I find I really can’t stand it I’ll get tutored and take some kind of A levels at an odd time. Claim a semester abroad or something of the sort. I’m sure I’ll do fine. I’m also confident I’ll find someone to study with who can help me progress. I’m smart, sure but I want to be so much more. I do hope the Sorting Hat takes that into consideration when it chooses what House to put me in. I know I would be a brilliant Ravenclaw, but I just feel like a Gryffindor is so much more what I need out of life.
The train went over a bridge and Hermione looked out the window. She watched as the trees and mountains flashed by as she raced on to her destiny. Who knew what the world was going to hold for her, but she was eager for it. This was all some kind of adventure and she found she wasn’t scared of it. In fact, if anything she was excited.
Diary,
I know I’m off on the greatest adventure I will ever be on, and it is simply amazing. I am going to experience things that I thought only belonged in books and fairy tales. Things that could never be real, but certainly are. I feel that I can no longer sit still. I have to go out and meet who other people! Oh look, the snack cart. Well I’m sure they can wait a bit longer, I’ll go right after this.
H. J. Granger
821/30= 27 +10= 37
Title: CANDY!
Rating/Warnings: G
Characters/Pairing: Random
Summary: Ravenclaws have a strange tradition surrounding Chocolate Frog Trading Cards!
Word Count: 762
Author's Notes:
Registered purchases?: both
The Ravenclaws sat in a tight circle around the table. It was trading time. The group of them were all avid collectors of Chocolate Frog Cards and they had been collecting since the holidays. It was now nearly the end of the term and as per tradition, the weekend before exams started the Trade was about to begin.
It was a bartering tactic where each of them would bring whatever cards they were willing to trade (and often a few they weren’t) and show off their spoils. Some of them had quite decided this was the year they were going to get that elusive Gregory the Smarmy.
As per tradition, the Seventh Year Prefect (or Head Boy or Girl if they had one) was to start off the games. “Friends, Housemates, you know how this all begins. Please be respectful of your peers and remember not everyone wants to trade. First, the show offs. I have, to show off, a turn of the century Rowena Ravenclaw. I found it in my grandparent’s attic, my grandmum was born in 1880 and got this particular card as a child.” The girl smiled and carefully placed the card in the table in front of her. There were a number of ooohs and aaaahs as people admired it. Rowena was looking quite pleased with herself and waved excitedly at all the Ravenclaws. She too understood that this was tradition and made it a point to show up on SOMEONE’s card throughout the night.
One by one they went around the table showing off various finds throughout the year. Some were brand new added cards, others were old ones like what Katrina had showed off. They were all pleased with what they had, though sometimes their peers were a bit less excited. Next came the opening of the frogs. Everyone at the table had a new, unopened Chocolate Frog to enjoy right then. That was normally the time things started to get a little hectic. If someone had a particularly good card they forgot entirely about their Frog which proceeded to hop all along the table. It was even worse in hot years because it would start to melt on other people’s cards and then all hell just broke loose.
“One. Two. Three!” On three everyone ripped open their cartons to see what it is they had gotten. Often it wasn’t exciting, but for Roger this years was different. “I’VE DONE IT!” he yelled excitedly. He waved his card around, frog forgotton. “I have Gregory! My collection is complete!” He grinned and all but jumped up and down waving it around.” The poor frog simply ribbeted on the table and promptly attracted the attention of several cats who circled the group, anxiously awaiting their turn to pounce on the little magical frogs.
Roger all but went streaking through the room showing his card to any number of people. “I’ve done it! I’ve finally done it! My challenge is complete!” Once his jubilation was complete he tucked the card into his case and grinned like a fool. There would be more cards that would come out in the future of course, so he held on to his more rare cards for potential future barters should he need it. Some of the more common cards, however, he proceeded to hand out to younger Housemates who were just starting their collections. He would tell them how he found the card or what he bartered for it originially. He would tell them what time the witch or wizard liked to show up and to tell them to tell the card that they were the new owner and it was best to keep the prior schedule. It wasn’t easy jumping from card to card all the time, after all!
By the time Roger got back to the table, the trade was in full frenzy. It made the New York Stock Exchange look tame. Waving cards, yelling, fists pounding on the table. Oh there was much to be made or lost in a short amount of time. Often from the first words to the unspoken dispursement at the end it lasted less than sixty minutes. Not always, of course, but often. Roger’s first year they closed in less than thirty meanwhile in Katrina’s first year it went nearly three hours!
Regardless of who ‘won’ or ‘lost’ the day, each and every student remembered those moments. They would grow older and tell their own children the adventures in card trading and encourage them to start collecting cards early so as to never be behind!
762/30=25+10 = 35
37+53+35= 125 POINTS FOR GRYFFINDOR!