Getchore Genyouine Phoenix Tears Here!

Last time it had been champion skin cells, but since Selwyn wasn't a quadwiz champion any more (because he was too cool for that, it had nothing to do with being disqualified. NOTHING), he couldn't sell his skin cells on the black market that was Hogwarts School of Hormonal Teenagers.

This week he had a better idea anyway.

"PHOENIX TEARS! GETCHORE GENUINE PHOENIX TEARS!"

He stood on the middle of the Hufflepuff table yelling at the top of his lungs. It wasn't like the Hufflepuffs were using it for anything.

"Cures all manner of ills! Straight from the bird to you!"

If only there was a wall or something around here. Selwyn could have hung his fully awesome banner on it. As it was, there was only the Hufflepuff house hangings, and they were way up there. He would have to find some other way to promote himself. Or would he?

"Hey, you!"

Selwyn reached down and hauled a first year who'd been about to bite into a crumpet to his feet, and onto the table next to him.

"Hold this up."

The first year was unceremoniously given a banner which read: PHOENIX TEARS! ONE SICKLE PER VIAL!

While the ickle was sorting himself out, Selwyn busied himself with his merchandise, which he'd spent half the morning carefully pilfering from the potions classroom and filling up in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.

Selwyn was mesmerised as a shiny sickle spun towards him. It was working! It was really working! Until it bounced off his head and into the hand he was raising to rub the spot where it hit. That was totally on purpose. He was practising his heading skills for use in future quidditch matches. I promise.

With a bow, he introduced himself to the new professor. So what if she wasn't new? Selwyn had never seen her before.

"Enchante, Madame. Selwyn Thorfin - entrepreneur, chaser and Slytherin extraordinaire - at your service."

He reached back and pulled a vial of murky bathroom water phoenix tears from the cardboard box he'd brought with him and held it out to the lady.

"Thank you for supporting the Thorfin Fund for Sweetness and Light," he finished with a grin.

As the vial slipped from her fingers, Selwyn's mouth dropped open in dismay. Time seemed to slow down (like when the slow-mo cuts in on a family comedy) and the voice in Selwyn's head said NOOOOO! just like in a movie too.

Or, from the way people at other tables were staring at him, it was possible he'd said that out loud.

But it was too late, the glass had shattered on the hard rock of the floor, and the "tears" had spilt everywhere. Even a cleaning charm wouldn't fix it now.

The only way to save his business was to give her a freebie. So much for enchanting. You'll PAY for this Captain Planet Keera Mast!

"On the house!" he declared, pushing another vial into her hands.

As the professor dropped her voice, Selwyn realised she thought this was a big joke. It wasn't a joke! He needed that money. He needed it for prank items from the Weasley shop and for bribery, which he certainly wasn't about to tell a professor about.

"Sweets," was the answer he finally settled on, his voice just as subdued.

"Teaching the gullible and credulous an important life lesson is just a bonus. They should be thankful," he added, just in case she was warming up to handing out a detention.

Aurora walked into the great hall. She really didnt like the great hall because of all the people there. ooking around once, she noticed ne of her favorite professors talking to a kid. Aurora had seen that kid in one of her visions but just barely. Looking at the ground, Aurora walked over. "Hello.. So Pheonix tears huh?" She knew really what was in the viles but she was playing along for no particular reason. "Can make alot of money outa those..." From her pocket she pulled out a ball and threw it up in the air a few times. The last time whe trew it up, It exploded and a bunch of chocolate coins flew out. there was no particular reason she did this but it seemed pretty amusing to her.

Selwyn shrugged. He didn't care what some teacher thought, now that it was evident that she wasn't going to spill the beans on his act.

"Right, you go ahead and watch," he agreed.

What did she mean as he learned? Didn't she hear him say the ickles were the ones taking lessons? Just while he was repressing a scowl at that thought, a rain of chocolate coins pelted down; the work of some Gryffindor girl.

Selwyn put a hand on his hip and turned in the direction of the voice that commented on his wares.

"Sorry sweetheart, we only accept real money, here."

“Ahhh, there you go,” Nerissa whispered with a smile after setting her flower in its pot in a sunny spot near the window in her dorm. The rest of the Ravenclaw girls that shared the dorm with Nerissa were still sleeping, and so Nerissa took advantage of the time to take care of her mandrake before getting ready for the day. The redhead made her way over to her bed and dropped to the floor so that she could pull her suitcase out of underneath it; it was the safest- and the only- place to keep her stuff, she had found. Nerissa slid the suitcase out towards her and began unzipping it so that she could get some plant food out, along with her clothes for the day. She pulled gently on the zipper, forcing it to go backwards on its track noisily. She frowned, “blasted thing- hush!” she muttered, letting do of the zipper to push her messy bangs from her face; she still hadn’t brought a brush to the bird’s nest that was her hair, but she would get to it as soon as she managed to open her stupid suitcase.

After several attempts to silence the zipper as she pulled on it, she figured that she would rather face a group of angry Ravenclaw girls than an angry professor scolding her for being late for class, and yanked the zipper backwards, opening the suitcase in seconds. A few of the girls stirred, but none of them actually woke, much to Nerissa’s relief. She grabbed her Ravenclaw uniform (an ugly gray and blue knee-length skirt, a white long-sleeved, button up shirt, a gray and blue vest, matching socks, and her black robes), and tossed them up on her bed before grabbing her mandrake’s breakfast, which was kept in a small plastic baggy.

Nerissa stood up after kicking her suitcase back under her bed- not even bothering to mess with the noisy zipper again- and closed the curtains for a moment, “sorry buddy, I need to shut this for just a second- just a second,” she spoke to her favorite plant, caressing one of it’s leaves for a moment before making her way back over to her bed. Nerissa got out of her pajamas and dressed in her uniform under five minutes, determined to get out of the common room before any of the girls woke; Nerissa didn’t exactly get along with the girls in her dorm, and preferred to keep to herself or to her small group of friends whenever she could. The redhead remembered her brush and dropped to the floor once more, glad now that she had decided not to re-zip her suitcase. She grabbed her simple black hairbrush and ran it through her hair hurriedly, wincing whenever the brush got stuck on a particularly large knot.

Once Nerissa was ready for the day she opened up the curtains for her mandrake, gave it a quick kiss on one of its petals, and darted down the stairs and out of the common room. The small girl made her way down the many flights of stairs that stood in-between the Ravenclaw common room and Nerissa’s breakfast in record time, and found herself walking through the large oak doors in no time at all. Nerissa’s eyebrows went up when she saw two boys standing on one of the tables, accompanied by a professor Nerissa couldn’t remember the name of; it was a rather odd thing to see. Why was the professor doing nothing about their misbehavior? Nerissa neared the table and stopped behind a Gryffindor girl she had never seen before, she could read the banner from where she was standing now. “Might I suggest selling gillyweed instead next time? I know I alone would buy loads of the brilliant stuff,” Nerissa suggested, speaking to the boy who seemed to be in charge; Nerissa was terrified of drowning, and always had been, in fact, she hadn’t set foot anywhere near the black lake in years because of this fear, and would pay quite a bit to get her hands on some gillyweed- anything to end her fear of water.

Nerissa waved shortly at the professor and the Gryffindor girl before making her way over to her own table, which was one away from the one the group were occupying.

Aurora looked at him.. " Sweetheart?? eh.. I have real money... but... only muggle money and yet... i dont wat anything from u.." She smiled nimbly. She noticed the girl behing her and said, "Its prbly harder to get gillyweed... but idk hence i havent studied much on gillyweed." Sleepily, Aurora pulled a baseball from her pocket and tosses it in the air. It looked like a normal base ball. After about a minute a faint clinking sound came from the ball sounding like money. "Eh being muggle born an all... i like prank things more than pheonix tears...."