Easy marks. (Open.)

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2nd SEPTEMBER 2026

“Are you sure this is going to work?” A fellow seventh-year Thunderbird asked, looking toward Friday who stood there with a proud grin. From behind their wooden stand on the grounds of Ilvermorny Friday responded. “Of course, it worked on me as a first-year and we also have new students from Hogwarts.” Friday explained his awful idea but to him, it sounded like a stroke of genius. In front of the stand stood a sign that read, ‘Eighth Floor Pool passes, One Galleon. limited supply’. For anyone who had been to Ilvermorny before they would know the school didn’t have a pool or an eighth floor. Yet neither of those were important. His friend scoffed at Friday after his response. “Yeah but you’re an idiot.” Followed with a hardly laugh that Friday didn’t care for following it with a very sarcastic laugh of his own. “We'll see when we have a nice Galleon supply for our trips to town. We'll see who's laughing then.”

Money wasn’t exactly a concern for a child of the Weekly family. Any need they had that their parents thought had any merit was easily met. Being an orphan and getting adopted into the Weekly family was almost like hitting the lottery. Yet, while that was true, they didn’t exactly just hand their children galleons. Unfortunately for Friday many of the items he wanted also fell into the category of ‘not being needed’. So he rarely was able to talk his parents or any caretaker into getting it for him. Mostly they spent money just replacing the items he broke while doing something reckless. Making his school trunk fly for example had been a horrible idea after the fact. Instead, Friday had to resort to other means to find his pocket money. This is when Friday remembered his first year introduction into the Ilvermorny pool pass tradition.

“Limit supply only! Get your exclusive passes here!” Friday shouted as first-years and other new students from other schools passed by their stand on their second day of school. He had to do it now before they became too familiar with the school. “Once they’re gone, they’re gone! Limited time pool passes people!”

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It was still a little weird being in a school that wasn’t her own, but Georgie was good at adapting to change, almost to the point where she seemed unaffected by it, which couldn’t have been further from the truth. Her hands still trembled slightly, and every loud noise had her ready to run at the drop of a sickle. The press of the crowd was familiar though and tended to get her calm enough to make the trek from breakfast to her first classes of the day when a commotion a little up ahead had her straining to see what turned out to be two bustling entrepreneurs currently selling a bridge to somewhere, or nowhere given who it was doing the selling.

She stopped briefly, hoisting her shoulder bag a little trying to decide if she wanted to be late to her first lesson of the day to see what was going on, or if this was none of her concern, gave up the ghost when she spotted a familiar face among the two and promptly turned towards their booth, curious despite herself and a little giddy with doing the exact opposite of what her dear brother Arlo would have wanted: to not engage. She knew he meant well, especially when he constantly said he did, but sometimes Georgie liked to toe the line, and talking to older boys no matter the innocence was as much as she dared to toe it given they were in a new place now.

Besides, there’d been so much talk about getting back to ‘normal’ and all that, wasn’t this considered normal? Probably not the makeshift booth, but the engaging her fellow classmates thing, right? Right.

Georgie pushed her way through the crush of first years and others. Just catching the tail end of something about passes and limited supplies before fixing Friday Weekly with a look that suggested she was trying to figure out his angle before very deliberately asking him to repeat himself.

“Limited supply of what now?”

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Friday ignored the continued whispered remarks from his fellow seventh-year Thunderbird. Repeating his attempts to draw the attention and the coins of the more gullible students. If Friday was honest with himself, he wouldn’t be all too hurt if this didn’t work. It was just nice to have some fun and the odd curious looks he was getting from the students around him was enough for a laugh or two later on. Gaining renewed enthusiasm from the onlookers Friday got on the booth as a means to garner more attention from the small crowd. The bigger the show the better the chance they might buy it. At least that was Friday's line of thinking. The booth gave a very disconcerting wobble but it remained in one piece. “That’s right, you heard me! Limited supply my fellow Ilvermorny-ites... Ilvermornians…” Friday quickly gave up his attempts on a name for it. “my fellow students!” Friday finished just with an easier label.

One of his fellow students made her way through the crowd. Friday hadn’t exactly noticed till she was in front of the small group questioning him. She asked what the limited supply was for and Friday’s grin grew slightly, making a small hop from the booth close toward her. The booth once more wobbled, happy to be free of his weight he could only imagine; if it could feel. “Why it’s the beginning of the year pool pass sale. It’s very exclusive.” As he spoke to the girl he knew she felt familiar. He must have seen her from somewhere but he had seen plenty of people. You were bound to see pretty much every other student at least once. Still, Friday felt there was more to it than just that. “See, they have to limit it as there just isn’t enough room for everyone. Especially with the new students.” Friday explained, just how he had been convinced to buy one when he was in his first year. “With just a simple one-time payment, you’ll get unlimited access.”

@georgie

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Georgie found herself repeating his words, only to trail off because there was no goddamn pool. Not anywhere near the castle or on the grounds. How did she know? Well she’d poured over the places pamphlets herself, espousing the schools pros and cons to her parents while advocating for Durmstrang as an alternative as she wouldn’t be out of place there. They’d obviously said no and now she was here, missing the prime picking of seats in her first class of the day because of her need to pick at things and people like scabs. But she’d play along because well, why not? If anything, she’d have something funny to tell her potions partner later.

“Uh huh.” she managed. “And you’re telling me I better snatch this thing up before it flies off the shelves, hmm?” George made a point to look around her at the lack of students queuing up behind her and laughed a little when she spotted a rather curious looking first year weighed down with a backpack that looked bigger than he was tall, eyeing the booth with a little panic. Like this was the one thing he’d forgotten to do before starting the term and was over there and stood behind her, bouncing on his toes while he fished around his trouser pockets for what she suspected would be a galleon.

These sweet summer children. Really.

Still, if the ickle was too much of a fool to think about it, he could be parted from his money post bloody haste, and Georgie moved out of the way to usher him forward because at least it’d be amusing. She on the other hand had more questions, like about refunds and terms contracts, like could she bring a plus one? Did this include concessions and how had he even come up with this ridiculous scheme. She waited until his little customer was well on his way before tapping a nail against the makeshift booth.

“Do you do bulk discounts? Seems like it’d make more money.”

@friday

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2nd SEPTEMBER 2026

The girl that had walked through the crowd had begun to ask him a few questions, it was becoming clear she didn’t exactly believe him just yet. A challenge Friday was up for if it worked or not. Still, it would be funnier if it did somehow. “Exactly. A lovely lady such as you would be doing yourself a disservice if you missed out. Not being able to show off whatever swimwear you might have brought with you if you don’t even get to use the pool.” Friday pitched his idea with as much confidence as someone who had been selling a real item. “It’s a very limited supply, truthfully it’ll probably only last through today. They are a very hot item after all but I don’t have to tell that to a smart-looking student such as yourself.” Flattery is said to help with just about anything and Friday wasn’t above such antics. Fun was the name of the game, the Galleons were just the extra prize in this.

From behind the girl, a nervous-looking first year made their way up to the booth. Rummaging through their pockets for what Friday could only assume was the Galleons. Friday could almost see himself in the student. How he had fallen for it as the first year too. Yes, the tradition was alive and well. The girl moved over to allow the boy to get for the booth. “This is a young man who knows an opportunity when he sees one,” Friday announced trading the galleon for an official-looking pass written on a parchment stamped with the school logo in almost too many places.

As the first year bounced off seeming proud with his purchase the girl returned tapping on the booth to draw Friday’s attention once more. She asked about a bulk deal on the passes. “Well the school advised me it was one Galleon per pass but I imagine I could talk them into being okay with a bulk deal. Especially for a customer as savvy as yourself. How many were you interested in?”

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