“Well,” Paxton began as he grabbed another pebble, “Miss Mulciber, first,” He nodded – placing his hand on his chin and looking thoughtfully into the sky, putting on the best business-man voice he could, “We shall advertise and people will buy them! And with that money, we will buy more pebbles to make more bracelets! And we can hire house elves,” Paxton nodded once again and turned back to face her, “then we will make them all! Or use magic to make more!”

He was going to be rich and by gosh golly as if it was Christmas, Paxton had a plan for the future.
For all of five minutes, at least.

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