"Why on earth did you buy that!?" Polly asked, bewildered.
"It looked... unique... And besides, it was a quid, so why the hell not?" I blushed slightly. In hindsight, it was kind of an odd thing to pick up, but I liked amusing her.
"You were supposed to buy actual antiques, remember?"
"Yeah, well, I can probably sell it for more than that, even if it's not technically old."
"I'm actually certain that you were the only person out there to even give it a second look. How much did they ask for it?"
"A quid?"
Polly laughed loudly at that. "Of course."
"I agree, it's a bargain, exactly." I mused, "Anyway, aren't we looking for bargains?"
"Yes, but you know it only works if the seller under-values the thing you buy in the first place."
She had a compelling point. "The old woman there said it had been cursed, so it could have some value." My partner made a deliberate effort to scoff excessively, but I continued, feeling more and more silly. "She said her sister or someone used it to punish delinquents at St. Peters."
"Oh honey..." she cooed, "For the last time, St. Peters is not a school for secret witches."
"You don't know that!"
