A pretty young lady!
Michael was beside him, so excited he looked like he was having a seizure.
He shook Ethan's sleeve with all his might, his eyes shining. He was practically drooling.
Damn it!
Why were pretty girls always coming to see Ethan?!
Michael was so jealous he was about to transform on the spot.
Ethan shook off the hand of this "aspiring young man" and didn't ask why the Slytherin Prefect wanted to see him.
He gave a slight nod, then followed her.
The two of them walked one behind the other to an empty classroom.
As soon as Ethan stepped inside, Gemma snapped the door shut and locked it.
Ethan raised an eyebrow and folded his arms, teasing her.
"Want to cast a Silencing Charm too? Deep in the heart of Hogwarts, in a secret classroom no one can find..."
"..."
Gemma stared at Ethan coldly, ignoring his lame joke.
She took a small cloth pouch from inside her robes.
Ethan's sharp ears caught the sound of metal clinking inside. He couldn't help thinking, You've got to be kidding me. This again?
Do all these Slytherins share one brain?
Or is the so-called "noble etiquette" they learn from childhood to pay people off whenever they don't know what to do?
Gemma said, "I'll give you two hundred Galleons if you withdraw from the Challenge Tournament. Slytherin needs another spot."
At that,
Ethan burst out laughing.
His usually warm, friendly face took on a playful, mocking expression.
In an instant, he'd gone from little angel to little devil.
"Sorry, Miss Farley," Ethan said slowly. "The Challenge Tournament prize is a thousand Galleons. What makes you think I'd give up this opportunity for a mere two hundred?"
Not to mention that the tournament could take him straight to Helga's