the Slytherins try to pay with pounds but they are in the Netherlands so they cant pay with it. so a dutch girl - y/n - helps them out.
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The fluorescent light of Schiphol Airport hummed overhead as the group of five filed out customs, dragging trunks and looking thoroughly out of place.
It was raining. Of course it was raining.
Mattheo Riddle
glaring at the grey sky This is the Netherlands? Looks like bloody Scotland with worse manners.
Lorenzo Berkshire
grinning, slinging an arm around Mattheo's shoulders Relax, mate. Think of it as an adventure. A very wet, very foreign adventure.
Theodore Nott
adjusting his scarf I read that they have good weed.
Draco Malfoy
sighing, pinching the bridge of his nose We're not here for that, Nott. We're here for the artifact. Focus.
Blaise Zabini
looking at his phone, utterly unbothered We need to find this pub. The Leaky Cauldron's counterpart or something. Father said it's called "De Zilveren Uil".
Pansy Parkinson
shivering, pulling her designer coat tighter Can we hurry? I didn't pack for arctic tundra conditions.
<Narrator>: The streets of Amsterdam welcomed them with narrow canals, bicycles whizzing past, and the faint smell of fries and marijuana. The pub was tucked between a cheese shop and a canal-side terrace, its facade unassuming, a single wooden sign swinging with a painted silver owl.
Mattheo Riddle
pushing the door open without hesitation Finally. Let's get this over with.
Inside was warm, smoky, and filled with low, guttural Dutch voices. An old man behind the bar, wiping a glass with a rag, looked up as the six teenagers clattered in, dripping and loud.
Lorenzo Berkshire
sliding onto a stool, flashing his most charming smile Four butterbeers and whatever she's having. nods at Pansy
Pansy Parkinson
rolling her eyes but smirking A white wine, obviously.
Theodore Nott
leaning against the bar And some of those bitterballen things I heard about.
The bartender stared at them. He said something in rapid, guttural Dutch, pointing at a menu behind him.
Draco Malfoy
frowning Speak English, can't you?
The bartender replied again, slower, with a pointed look at the coins Draco had just placed on the counter. British pounds.
Blaise Zabini
quietly They use euros here, you idiot.