Chapter 261: Don’t Worry, Tom, I’ll Help You
The group had found a suitable field for Quidditch when Kyle seemed to have a sudden thought and asked, "You mentioned me earlier this morning?"
"It was Harry... No, actually, it was Hermione..." Fred started, but then passed the explanation to Harry. "You tell him," he said before hopping onto his broom to join George in chasing after their makeshift Quaffle—a ball made from woven rattan.
Kyle turned to Harry, curious.
"It's not that big a deal," Harry said, a bit sheepishly. "Do you sell those automatic ink-jet quills? How much are they, roughly?"
After a moment, he added, "The kind you gave to Ron."
Kyle shook his head. "I don't think we sell those. Why, do you want one?"
The quill had been a simple project, something he'd made while practicing alchemy. He'd never considered selling it. Even though it had a useful charm, it was still just a writing tool. Selling it at a high price wouldn't feel right, and no one would likely buy it for a high price anyway. On the other hand, selling it cheaply would be a waste of his time and effort, given how intricate it was to create.
Besides, he had enough on his plate with twelve classes lined up for the year; he wasn't looking to add extra work for himself.
"Oh, it wasn't for me. It was for Hermione," Harry explained. "She seemed to really like that quill you gave to Ron."
"No wonder..." Kyle said, understanding now. Harry wasn't likely to care about a quill, but for Hermione, it made perfect sense.
"I'll make sure she has one when school starts," Kyle said.