Clifford had made out during the derby.

A pocket watch, some sickles, an entire coin purse! Ten whole galleons richer. The drinks were flowing and people were having such a good time that they didn't seem to even recognize that their pockets were a little lighter. He’d come to make money, and while he hadn’t come with enough to bet with, he was certainly leaving with quite a few winnings. Maybe he’d take his sister out for breakfast - she’d been a brat lately, complaining that she was tired of his meager cooking, but it’s not as if he’d ever taken cooking lessons. He tried his best and neither of them had died yet. That was something.

Sitting in a random seat at the derby, the crowd roaring as a horse leapt passed another to win the race, Cliff admired the coin purse he’d picked up from an unassuming man. He’d been dressed a little nicer than someone who belonged with the working class, and his instincts had been right - Cliff was delighted with how heavy the coin purse was. If he didn’t take his sister out to breakfast tomorrow, he’d at least stop at a pub and have himself a few drinks tonight - he had enough money to have a handful and be delightfully buzzed by the time he made it home.

Plucking a few coins from the purse, he stood to make his way toward the stands to buy himself a drink, but someone else caught his eye. An object of sorts was sticking out from their person, and if they were just going to offer it to the world, Cliff might as well take it. Grinning, he stuck the coin purse deep into his own pocket as he jumped over a couple seats, calling out to them. “Hey! I think I know you from somewhere.”

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