This suit actually was good for him, and Art took the card, trading in one of his own more unfortunate cards to the dealer for it. He might actually be able to pull this off.

Arthur pushed his own sickle forwards. "You never know when an odd little favor can come in handy," Arthur said. He looked expectantly at the dealer, who flipped the last card over - it wasn't helpful for Art, and he ignored it, splaying his cards out for Miss Scrimgeour instead.

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