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Once upon a sweet winter and a school break, a little girl hopped on a train with her fluffy warm boots. She had happily hopped on the train by herself, nearly incapable of hiding her excitement to see her dear family again. She cannalized that energy by dragging some of the things she wanted to carry in the train with her, such as a overstuffed bag of plushies and books. Of course, with her other hand she would carry a cage with her little snowy owl inside, but he was currently asleep right now... This was the way of Cloud, the most sleepiest, most judgemental owl Anna has ever met. She had arrived way before the train actually left, as if arriving earlier would mean the train, too, would leave earlier so she could see her family faster. Unfortunately, due to her lack of reality-warping abilities, that didn't happen, so she anxiously waited in her cabin right next to the door until she could feel the wheels moving and with them, every student who'd go home this winter break, and among them, Anna Blackberry opened a book to read in order of having something to focus on during the trip. She had already read that one before, but books always have something new to show, so it'd do no harm to watch for the details this time.
Although some people have issues reading while in motion, the little Blackberry had no issues with that at all, and she focused on that original story of fantasy for long, although her attention occasionally wandered off to her family again. Her mother had bought a new addition to their already extensive garden behind the house. Her brother had found some hardcore musics he wished to show her. Her father had sent a letter saying he expected to stargaze with her soon (which in his stoic language, could be translated as something along the lines of "I miss you"). Her grandmother expected to hear every detail about every little thing Anna learnt during the year, and the young witch couldn't wait to talk about everything she discovered, until her tongue went dry... Which wasn't a rare occurrence for someone like her.
Some time has passed, and she'd lose herself in her book or her thoughts. Even though it was only to ride the train and go home, she had picked an outfit she believed looked cute on her; she always tried her best to look pleasing, as she was naturally a vain person and her high-class upbringing, especially with parents as fashion-loving as Jacob and Bethany were, it was difficult for her to relax with her appearance at any point. This blue dressed complemented her well her eyes, which were blue and wide as a doe's; one who looked at her outfit choice, as well as her fluffy black hair (which she never failed to care for) and slightly big front teeth, the way she moved as though she was too light for herself, could perhaps say her appearance resembles a small animal; her mother had said Anna was much like a cute bunny, whereas her uncle meanly joked she'd look more like a rat or a less elegant rodent. He got bitten.
The little Blackberry hummed while she read the book with a light soul. She had already separated a galleon and a few sickles to buy candies from the food trolley. At some point, she heard the sounds of cart wheels just next to her cabin. The sweet little Blackberry jumped from her seat and towards the cart like a hare, dropping the book that rested on her lap. Regardless of how the lad who pushed the cart may have reacted, she smiled brightly and pointed at all the candies, noticing some different things from the usual trolley.
"I haven't seen those beans before!" she squeaked out, not remembering to say any greeting, "Oh, it's a work your price, too... Is there a limit to how many candies I can get?"
She never was limited before, but clearly they have something new, so what if they changed something? Better safe than sorry. Anna herself had no interest in every flavor beans, but her brother loved them, so she might as well take a bunch and give them all to Oliver!... Even though he'd likely force her to eat some so he wouldn't feel alone trying them out.

NNot long after Anna had suddenly jumped off her seat to meet the candy trolley, a girl she had seen before nearly ran into Anna, making the hufflepuff give a little jump away from her, more so as a reflex than actual fear they'd crash onto each other. Anna took a few seconds to recognize her, until she remembered the girl in that gorgeous dress, surely one of the best costumes the girl had seen so far in halloween gathering the schedules had back in October. Back then, the girl had actually bumped onto Anna... Perhaps Anna would have to begin walking more recklessly too, maybe then they'd begin meeting each other again; after all, it appears accidents were what brought them together.
"Yeah! I remember you too! You were in that majestic dress in the gathering, and you ignored me when I was talking!"
...Anna didn't say that with any offense at all in her high-pitched voice or pleased expression. She was used to rambling for too long and causing someone to eventually leave, or to people not realize she was talking, so it didn't really upset her that it happened.
Then she answered what Elmo had said.
"Wouldn't a 'work your own price' also mean that we should define the prices first?"
She asked this with confusion, yet she quickly and decisively extended her hand to her cabin and pulled out a handful of galleons, and began counting her coins.
"I have... Seven. What can we do out of that?"
Of course, she was more than willing to spend it all on candies, her parents would gladly give her even more money if she didn't have any. Though she didn't think of that in the moment, it's also true she'd likely get a number of scoldings, at least two from each relative of hers, for spending it all on such frivolous things. Minus Oliver, her brother. He'd be happy she'd share candies with him. As a matter of fact, he'd likely be so happy, he'd happily eat everything and not leave her with any.

As soon as the candyman had finished talking, Anna immediately appeared unsettled. Not by his silence or by his yellow smile or his utter impoliteness, but rather...
"Waitwaitwait, didn't you just say it was three? And isn't this a 'work your own price'??"
She barely caught the mix she received, but made a movement to retrieve her galleons and better discuss the price. Though she didn't fully understand the situation, she could understand there was nothing right with a "work your own price" deciding the prices alone and changing said price from three to seven. Yet, something felt wrong when she moved, and she stopped for a second to look down. Her knees were turned to the back side of her legs... The vision itself was shocking enough to put her off for a second. Not that she was unused to wandless or wordless magic; her father almost always casted spells that way, but having a hex, even if minor, against HER in such a sudden style and for no reason she could understand, definitely surprised her enough that she was stunned (figuratively; no one casted stupefy so far) for a few seconds, trying to fully process what was going on.
When she did, she quickly made her mind. If she was going to buy something that was stated to cost about three galleons, then the other four were hers to use. Although she typically had a good balance, trying to walk with her knees turned to the other side quickly resulted on her throwing herself on his arm instead of calmly walking closer to him. Still, she didn't let go, and instead clung harder onto his arm, supporting her weight on him while she attempted to stand up better with her scrambled legs, with the mix still in hands, with the intention of making it harder for him to simply push her away. She looked at him with intense and overtly attentive eyes; though it was not the most normal thing to do, it was her way of showing she's paying attention to their conversation... If this can be called a conversation, that is. That said, even for the standards of a twelve-years-old, she didn't look anywhere near imposing, with her knees turned to its back, especially not when she was a little over two feet shorter than him.
"Wait. You said we'd begin with three galleons and adjust from there. Seven galleons is not three, and I didn't consent to this. You'll either give me four galleons worth of something or give me that money."
Her tone was demanding and she spoke slower and in a less squeaky voice now, as if somehow making her words clearer would make the adult concede more easily. She squinted her eyes with annoyance and finished talking with more displeased face.
"And I don't recall having agreed to be your spell practice, either."