<BR><BR><B><I>Margaret Dean <margdean@erols.com></I></B> wrote: <BLOCKQUOTE class=replbq style="PADDING-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: #1010ff 2px solid">William Dean wrote:<BR><BR>> From: "Zack Kunkel"<BR><BR>> On Fri, May 16, 2008 at 8:12 AM, Tashayar McCarthy <WOW_ITS_TASHAYAR@YAHOO.COM>wrote:<BR><BR>> > Amber held her hands out as Kadyn placed the rodent<BR>> > in her palm. She was a little startled by the claws,<BR>> > but knew he wasn't hurting her. He was so small and<BR>> > light. How could her grandmother have been scared of<BR>> > these little guys? She gave him back. "He's<BR>> > brilliant"<BR>> ><BR>> > "Thanks." He placed him back on the seat. Kadyn then<BR>> > looked towards the cage next to Cyrus. "What's that?"<BR>> ><BR>> > Cyrus's book lowered far enough for the others to see<BR>> > most of his face, which was still a little flushed.<BR>> > "It's my owl,"
he said. "His name's Barnaby."<BR>> ><BR>> > "OOO!" said Amber getting up from her seat<BR>> > and sitting next to the cage, "can I see him?" She<BR>> > started to lift up the covering of the cage.<BR>> <BR>> "Sure," said Cyrus. "Go ahead. He's a Scops Owl. Not a native species."<BR>> A disgruntled hoot eminated from under the cover. "Oops..." said Cyrus,<BR>> his face turning bright red. "I forgot. He is a native species, actually.<BR>> Musta been thinking of the other one." His voice trailed off into an<BR>> embarrassed mumble.<BR>> <BR>> Inside the cage was a small, mottled-brown owl. Its feathers were fluffed<BR>> out, giving it a rather pompous air. The little bird was glaring<BR>> disapprovingly at Cyrus.<BR>> <BR>> [OOC: He looks like this:<BR>> <HTTP: ScopsOwl30thJuly.jpg Migration_Studies www.fairislebirdobs.co.uk>]<BR>> <BR>> "I didn't know their were owls that small." Kadyn had gotten out one
of<BR>> his school books on potions, and a glass bottle, full of a drink from<BR>> his parents cafe. He took a swig and asked "Does either of you know when<BR>> the trolley comes around? I didn't bring any food..." His stomach gurgled,<BR>> and he took another drink out of the bottle.<BR>> <BR>> Amber grasped her stomach. In her excitement and hurry, she forgot all<BR>> about breakfast and lunch for that matter. "Does the trolley bring food?<BR>> And does it take human money?"<BR>> <BR>> "It'll bring around food alright, and of course it takes 'human' money!<BR>> Did you mean muggle money, in which case, no, you need wizarding money."<BR>> He reached into his pocket and pulled out a galleon. "Also, it only<BR>> serves wizarding food, though you'll like it anyway."<BR>> <BR>> Amber reached into her pocket and looked at the queen's face smiling<BR>> back up at her from the bill. This was what Kayden called 'muggle'
money.<BR>> Er... Can I borrow some money? Unless they take the stuff my grandfather<BR>> gave me. Muggle money right?"<BR>><BR>> "What did your grandfather give you? It might be wizarding money, and if<BR>> not, of course. I still have all the tip money that i didn't spend at<BR>> Diagon Alley, I think about 2 and a half galleons." He pulled the money<BR>> out of his pocket, and started to count it, then took another swig from<BR>> his bottle.<BR>> <BR>> "I know this isn't wizard money. I use- I mean used to use it every day."<BR>> She looked somberly at the twenty pounds her grandfather had given her<BR>> for the trip. <BR>><BR>> "hmm... how much is that worth in muggle amounts? maybe ill trade you a<BR>> sickle or a couple of nuts for it." He finished counting the money, and<BR>> sighed. "A summers worth of tips sure disappears fast..."<BR><BR>While they were discussing money, there came a loud clattering<BR>noise in the
corridor outside. The door of their compartment<BR>slid open and a plump, kindly-looking witch peeked in.<BR><BR>"Anything off the trolley, ducks?" she asked the three children.<BR><BR>[OOC: For character interaction purposes it would be useful if<BR>someone buys Chocolate Frogs. ;)]<BR><BR><BR><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA">"Yes." said Amber. She got up from her seat and looked at the trolley. Colorful wrappers overloaded the cart. Packages marked 'Cauldron Cakes' and 'Peppermint Patties', 'Birdie Bots Every Flavoured Beans" and small cases of 'Chocolate Frogs'. Amber ordered all mentioned, getting an extra frog for Kayden, a small payment for the lost tips.</SPAN><BR><MARGDEAN@EROLS.COM><BR><BR></BLOCKQUOTE><BR><p>