Harold Eric Dingle (pl_harold) wrote in plagued_rpg, @ 2009-10-17 14:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1998 october, harold dingle, romilda vane |
Who: Harold Dingle & Romilda Vane
What: Harold's drifting, always looking for a deal
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: The Hogwarts Halls towards the library
Rating: Probably low
Incomplete || open
Harold was on a patrol again, looking for people to dupe or things to sell or little sneaky conversations to eavesdrop into. He was certainly no angel and had no problem with gathering secrets to use for his own benefits.
That said, his actual plan for the day was to find somewhere he could set up a little slight-of-hand game. Just a sickle and cups game. It wasn't the best way to make money, but there was always a steady stream of students who thought they could best his quick fingers. None of them stood a chance. They only won when he let them win, and only when there was a crowd, to convince the others that they could win if they tried.
Harold was sneaky. He pulled a sickle from his pocket and rolled it over his fingers before slipping it into his palm. Nothing felt safer to Harold than to have a coin gently warming in his hand. He flipped it up into the air, caught it, rolled it over his knuckles before flipping it into the air again.