Rufus was not normally one for cards, at least not since his marriage. They often needed the money for more important things such as the running of their small household. Wven the small amount of coin he might win in such a game he thought put to much better use in making sure Tuni would want for very little. But last night he had met with some of the other players for a game and it had turned out well. After all he had won quite well. For his indulgence, however, he felt that he should also indulge Tuni, a new book perhaps, should do the trick. She would like that, as well as taking a look at the old coin that had been won. Perhaps it would even give her the same luck it had bestowed on Rufus.

Entering Whizzhard books Rufus very nearly ran right into someone. Apparently the luck of the coin did not extend to physical dexterity, only his quidditch reflexes prevented the collision. "Begging your pardon." Rufus apologized.