"820 over here!" Draco shouted from his table, raising his magical bidding plate into the air.
This time, many adults also raised their plates. "850!" A man dressed in an all-navy suit yelled. Lyrian gazed at the man and recognized him from the campus city fountain. He was the man who was harassed by the fake monks.
Turning to his table, the man said, "I'm going to spend all of my saved-up money if I have to, but I want to get that technique for my daughter," he said.
Others at his table talked with him. "Your daughter, Oasmine, how old is she now?" A woman asked with genuine care in her eyes.
As they conversed, another raised his plate from afar.
"900!" He yelled, as the auctioneer quickly began spitting his lines.
"A clean 900 bid soars to the top for this! Are we going to go any higher for this illustrious item!?" He paused, as another plate raised into the air, followed by several more in the span of a few seconds.
