Post by Thom Moen on Jul 22, 2006 14:20:48 GMT
(( Continuation of Banishing into Boredom ))
Thom counted the gold galleons in his hand, jostling them about so that they clicked and scraped each other noisily. He was worried, for they were in fact no where near real currency. He had spent many hours over the past few weeks mixing potions and casting spells so that they looked and felt as authentic as possible, but as always there was something not quite right - they were cracking.
Merlin's nose had a huge jagged line running now it, and the wizard stared at him reproachfully. "This won't work, you know." he said up at Thom. "Shop keepers aren't fools!"
Thom swore and stuffed the money into his pocket. The sun had gone in since his discovery of Carrie McEwan at the lake, and the sky was now white churned with grey and a mild breeze had developed. Glancing eagerly down the street, Thom kept a look out for the Gryffindor.
Thom counted the gold galleons in his hand, jostling them about so that they clicked and scraped each other noisily. He was worried, for they were in fact no where near real currency. He had spent many hours over the past few weeks mixing potions and casting spells so that they looked and felt as authentic as possible, but as always there was something not quite right - they were cracking.
Merlin's nose had a huge jagged line running now it, and the wizard stared at him reproachfully. "This won't work, you know." he said up at Thom. "Shop keepers aren't fools!"
Thom swore and stuffed the money into his pocket. The sun had gone in since his discovery of Carrie McEwan at the lake, and the sky was now white churned with grey and a mild breeze had developed. Glancing eagerly down the street, Thom kept a look out for the Gryffindor.
