Post by Edward Summers R6 on Nov 11, 2008 3:17:28 GMT
“What? That’s ridiculous! How do you sleep at night and charge so much?” Ed cried as he stared into the cold and unwavering countenance of the ancient store keeper. “This is my shop and my items and I’ll charge whatever I damn well please.” Came the ancient cracked reply of the older-than-trees keeper. Ed looked at his find, The Tome of Histories Lost Artifacts, had caught Ed’s eye from the minute he entered into the hidden shop in one of Hogsmeade’s side streets. Ed glanced down at his pathetic money pouch, all that was left of his summer job’s wages after he had bought his textbooks. This book alone would wipe out two thirds of his savings, and it was only their first field trip to Hogsmeade.
“Please Sir,” Edward begged, “I’ve been coming to this shop since my third year. I’ve never caused you trouble and I always treat your stuff with respect. Couldn’t you maybe just cut a little discount for me? Call it a shopper’s reward.” The old man scratched his chin in thought for a few seconds before answering. “I suppose I can drop 5 knuts from the price.” He stated. Ed’s eyes went wide. “5 Knuts? 5 Knuts? That’s not a discount! That’s just plastic wrap!” He protested, nearly falling over the counter in his excited state. The old man reach up and began to tuck the book behind the shelf. “Fine, if you don’t want it I can always put it back.” Ed quickly reached up and grabbed his arm, he couldn’t afford to miss out on this buy.
“No, no. I’ll take it.” He stated and reached for his money pouch. Suddenly the old man’s eyes twinkled, “The price has just gone up by 3 Galleons.” Ed’s jaw hit the ground. “WHAT?!” He cried out, sputtering as he tried to bring forth protest after protest. They all died in his throat as the keeper reached for the book again. Defeated, Ed counted out the money and handed it over and then gathered up his book, clutching it close to his chest he exited the shop. Ed stood in the street for a few, looking down at his sorely depleted money pouch. Usually Ed was very good at financing his money, he was able to crunch figures mentally faster than any accountant he had ever met. The savings that he managed to save up every summer usually lasted him throughout the school year and all the Hogsmeade visits, keeping his pockets nicely filled with sweets and trinkets.
Now though, he’d be lucky to have any money left after the second visit. He sighed and glanced down at his new book and immediately his spirits soared. Although it had shattered his hard earned savings, it was well worth it. He once again sighed, “oh well, I’m already in the doghouse, might as well indulge a bit.” With that Ed headed off to Honeydukes and loaded up a pocket full of his favorite sweets and then headed off to The Three Broomsticks to grab a Butterbeer before heading back to Hogwarts to read his newest treasure. Ed struggled with the door for a second, since he still clutched the rather large tome against his chest, but luckily a group of students were just exiting and Ed managed to slip into the bar.
As always the place was bustling with fellow Hogwart’s students and Ed had to tread carefully. Finally he managed to reach an open spot at the bar and he sat down, dropping the tome heavily onto the bar next to him. “One Butterbeer, please.” Ed said as soon as he managed to get the bartenders attention. Ed sat back and rested, lightly leaving through the book as he waited for his drink to arrive.
“Please Sir,” Edward begged, “I’ve been coming to this shop since my third year. I’ve never caused you trouble and I always treat your stuff with respect. Couldn’t you maybe just cut a little discount for me? Call it a shopper’s reward.” The old man scratched his chin in thought for a few seconds before answering. “I suppose I can drop 5 knuts from the price.” He stated. Ed’s eyes went wide. “5 Knuts? 5 Knuts? That’s not a discount! That’s just plastic wrap!” He protested, nearly falling over the counter in his excited state. The old man reach up and began to tuck the book behind the shelf. “Fine, if you don’t want it I can always put it back.” Ed quickly reached up and grabbed his arm, he couldn’t afford to miss out on this buy.
“No, no. I’ll take it.” He stated and reached for his money pouch. Suddenly the old man’s eyes twinkled, “The price has just gone up by 3 Galleons.” Ed’s jaw hit the ground. “WHAT?!” He cried out, sputtering as he tried to bring forth protest after protest. They all died in his throat as the keeper reached for the book again. Defeated, Ed counted out the money and handed it over and then gathered up his book, clutching it close to his chest he exited the shop. Ed stood in the street for a few, looking down at his sorely depleted money pouch. Usually Ed was very good at financing his money, he was able to crunch figures mentally faster than any accountant he had ever met. The savings that he managed to save up every summer usually lasted him throughout the school year and all the Hogsmeade visits, keeping his pockets nicely filled with sweets and trinkets.
Now though, he’d be lucky to have any money left after the second visit. He sighed and glanced down at his new book and immediately his spirits soared. Although it had shattered his hard earned savings, it was well worth it. He once again sighed, “oh well, I’m already in the doghouse, might as well indulge a bit.” With that Ed headed off to Honeydukes and loaded up a pocket full of his favorite sweets and then headed off to The Three Broomsticks to grab a Butterbeer before heading back to Hogwarts to read his newest treasure. Ed struggled with the door for a second, since he still clutched the rather large tome against his chest, but luckily a group of students were just exiting and Ed managed to slip into the bar.
As always the place was bustling with fellow Hogwart’s students and Ed had to tread carefully. Finally he managed to reach an open spot at the bar and he sat down, dropping the tome heavily onto the bar next to him. “One Butterbeer, please.” Ed said as soon as he managed to get the bartenders attention. Ed sat back and rested, lightly leaving through the book as he waited for his drink to arrive.
