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<div class="gmail_quote">On Mon, May 19, 2008 at 1:36 PM, Margaret Dean <<a href="mailto:margdean@erols.com">margdean@erols.com</a>> wrote:<br>
<blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="PADDING-LEFT: 1ex; MARGIN: 0px 0px 0px 0.8ex; BORDER-LEFT: #ccc 1px solid">William Dean wrote:<br><br>> From: "Zack Kunkel"<br>
<div class="Ih2E3d"><br>> On Fri, May 16, 2008 at 8:12 AM, Tashayar McCarthy <<a href="mailto:wow_its_tashayar@yahoo.com">wow_its_tashayar@yahoo.com</a>> wrote:<br><br></div>
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<div class="Wj3C7c">> > 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>> <<a href="http://www.fairislebirdobs.co.uk/Migration_Studies/ScopsOwl30thJuly.jpg" target="_blank">http://www.fairislebirdobs.co.uk/Migration_Studies/ScopsOwl30thJuly.jpg</a>>]<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></div></div>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.</blockquote>
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<div>"uhm... can you give me costs for "Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans", and chocolate frogs?" Kadyn had a fairly large collection of Chocolate frog cards at home, but was still missing quite a few. He turned back to Amber and Cyrus. "Do either of you need anything?"</div>
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<font color="#888888"><br><br>--Margaret Dean<br> <<a href="mailto:margdean@erols.com">margdean@erols.com</a>><br></font>
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