Ah, so apparently the lad was the self-appointed defender of sketchy Diagon Alley saleswomen. Ezra shrugged and offered half a smile. "Perhaps not," he agreed, and usually would have left it at that. It wasn't really his business whether he went on to buy overpriced chocolates or not. It also wasn't as though he couldn't afford to lose the coins the woman had asked him for, so he wasn't really much put out by the inconvenience of it. And he hadn't had any real expectations when he drifted over, anyway, except to see what it was she was selling.

"But she might have considered that before she charged me thrice for one candy," he added, without any idea what had driven him to do so. Realizing as the words left his mouth that he was being — rather blunt towards a stranger, if nothing else — his expression shifted to a more apologetic one. "Sorry. Don't let me stop you."

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