Rabastan laughed, still hardly able to believe that he had really undress on the Quidditch field in front of all these other boys, but he certainly wasn’t about to be the last one to find his robes.
“Twenty Galleons? You’re on!” He said, turning on his heal and taking off in the direction of the changing rooms. He figured there at least there’d be less chance of being spotted from within the Castle and he’d like to keep those who saw him like this to a minimum.