Bella giggled away and collected her chips. She was going to be rich—or at least richer! And Arthur Pettigrew did not seem so put off by the loss, bringing up once again the fact that he was oh so older than her. "That's only more embarrassing for you. Did you know you had a bad hand, or were you hoping mine was worse?" If that was the case, he probably assumed she was the stupid one, and thus it served him right to lose his hand! She was happy to collect her chips and have part of her rent paid for the week.
"It doesn't matter. Either way we're I'm going to win." She flashed the dealer another girlish smile, and he was smiling back at him. She hadn't figured it out yet, but she thought he was a muggle. They were easier to befriend than wizards, she'd found, especially after all of the magical community had lost any sort of respect for her. "How about this, Pettigrew," she said, smiling conspiratorially as the dealer began shuffling the cards. "If I win the next hand, you have to buy my drinks the next time I run into you." (She would definitely make sure she saw him again if so. It was much harder to get free drinks at a pub than it was at a casino, and she hung out there more.)
"It doesn't matter. Either way we're I'm going to win." She flashed the dealer another girlish smile, and he was smiling back at him. She hadn't figured it out yet, but she thought he was a muggle. They were easier to befriend than wizards, she'd found, especially after all of the magical community had lost any sort of respect for her. "How about this, Pettigrew," she said, smiling conspiratorially as the dealer began shuffling the cards. "If I win the next hand, you have to buy my drinks the next time I run into you." (She would definitely make sure she saw him again if so. It was much harder to get free drinks at a pub than it was at a casino, and she hung out there more.)
— MJ is MAGICAL —