"There's not much point in me talking," Edgar said as Regulus reeled off the information.
His brow furrowed. "Well, it's a lot of money for something to sit and do nothing, that's all I'm saying." If Regulus got some pleasure out of things then fine, but it was not his thing. He had been willing to spend some cash on the pillow but not in the hundreds.
"Nah, I never have much luck with Slytherins," he smiled. And wasn't that the truth. "Well, cheers for the cushion. Good luck not getting your oils on things of value."
And with that he was back at the front of the shop, Bathsheba still wary.