Mischief Managed

❛  ---- it's a beanbag , ❜ harry says . he's clutching three of them in hand , the small cloth - covered sacks like a pygmy puffs with erumpet skin . ❛ er , there's not ... actual beans in them . at least not anymore . i mean , maybe ---- point is , you're supposed to throw them into that ... hole . ❜ he indicates the only slightly terrifying slab of wood that's cut & painted to look like a clown , its mouth a gaping O . ❛  & if you get all three of them in , you get a prize . ❜

Tracey looked at Harry and then to the balls. She laughed and tipped her head back. "That's so weird." Tracey told him, taking on of them in her hands. It was a summer carnival. She isn't normally out and about during the summer. Especially these days, her mother wanted to keep her shut in. Being a half blood Slytherin was not something that was common.

Here she was having snuck out to the local fair grounds. She wasn't expecting to run into anyone from school and Harry Potter of all people.

“honestly, don’t you two read?”