only rainbows after rain

“I’m a prefect. I need to, you know… Make sure nobody’s creeping around after hours.”

Which is exactly why I’m out here, too, Toby. Do you want to walk back together? Everything looks clear.

“Allison, we’re magical. anything we do is unusual when it comes to the muggle world. Any idea where one can order these balls?”

I can’t think of a catalog that advertises them, but I could owl my mother with a few sickles asking. She may think I’m a nutter, but it’s for a good cause.

Then is it my place to question why you’re out here, too?

“What possible ins could there be to a ball that gives you answers without magic?”

Are they using electricity? What’s the liquid inside? Those sorts of things. I’m sure it’s unusual to dissect balls with answers, though, huh?

“Does it use electricity then? Blimey I thought Divination was a waste of time.” 

It... doesn’t? Now you have me wanting to research the ins and outs of magic eight balls.

“The bloody hell is it magic for if its muggle? What is it, some battery charged rolling ball that knocks the others into their pockets?”

It’s not literally magic. but close to it, they think. The best way to describe it is being a large, plastic ball that you shake after asking a question and it gives you an answer. Most of the answers are never what you want, though, since they’re incredibly vague. I’ll show you someday when I get my hands on one.

“Is this some sort of wizarding toy my dear old mum has kept me blinded from? I might have to have a few words with her.” 

Muggle, actually. Have you really never played with one? There’s nothing to get hyped up about. It gets boring after a couple minutes.

“Since when are eight balls magic?” 

Since the 1950′s?

“Well if you had my heir, I suppose you’d have to be involved in the business at some rate, wouldn’t you? First off, paid maternity leave, because Merlin knows I haven’t a clue how to take care of anyone other than myself.” 

Oh god. I say this with no offense, but do you often consult a magic eight ball to make your business decisions for you? Well, or any.

“What can I say, it was bound to come out eventually.”

Is that how you’d ask someone you’d like to into business with? Where are my benefits, do I get holidays off, or even holiday pay? So on and so forth...

“We could do Transfiguration work, or…” 

B.J., is that what this is all about?

“Well— If I’m being honest, I’d probably be better off giving you the tart, yeah.”

That still sounds just as lovely. Did you happen to see lemon? I’ll split with you.

“Probably!” Caprice said, jumping headlong into the bouncy castle.

It takes a special kind of day to be fascinated by something so simple.