Gilderoy was busy envisioning whether the pendant would go together well with his new forget-me-not blue robes when Aberforth's statement of the price jolted him from his thoughts. "What?" he spluttered incredulously. Oho, he knew this was coming. He knew it! Gilderoy narrowed his eyes at the barman, his hands clutched the pendant covetously. The pendant was perfect, in looks and in its practicality, and Gilderoy was not going to let it go without a fight.
Or without haggling, at least. Fighting was terribly uncouth and duelling the old barman would probably be a bad idea. Might invoke some old, creepy charm on me or some such thing, Gilderoy thought, pursing his lips once more. "20 galleons," he sniffed, feigning resignation and looking away. No, Gilderoy, he told himself, You need to be firm. Show them who is in charge here.