The only thing that mattered to Anne in the past two minutes was the word "sale". And at that word her head shot up. Sale? Sale.... it was a beautiful word. That dress that encompassed everything she wanted, that dress that suddenly meant more to her than anything in the entire world, that dress that she'd imagined herself laughing and spinning and dancing in.... was on sale.

"How much?" She asked, the words escaping her mouth before she had a chance to realize what they were. All she wanted to know was how much, even though she couldn't beat anything the Slytherin offered. But oh... she'd sell her shoes for that dress... really... Her heartbeat quickened as she awaited the answer, her breath catching in her throat.