Chapter 7 Charming Harry Potter

• ROSALINE
• I turned to the sight of a crusty-looking old man backlit by one of the lights. It was funny because he looked scrawny, as though eating, in his life, was merely a myth. I couldn't help but chortle, immediately placing my hand over my mouth to alleviate the rest of the laugh that raged within me.
• "Did you not hear me, pretty thing? Name's Michael, what's yours?" He probed, taking a seat next to me and spinning my chair to face him. He was very disrespectful with his actions. He tapped his finger on the table with every break of the syllable. "How. Much. Do. I. Need. To. Pay. You?"