Don't Panic: A Wizard's Guide to Westeros (HP × ASOIAF)

Chapter Synopsis: The townsfolk are pretty sure Sirius shouldn't have been left alone with the moneybox. Sirius is sick of squeezing onto the Firebolt, thankfully he's confident he can build one for himself. And who thought it was a good idea to leave Dobby to his own devices? That was never going to end well.

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Last Time: ..."I hope I've not overstepped any boundaries by setting up my stall in your town square." Harry asked.

The elderly lord smiled warmly. "Not at all, my young friend. The people will be most pleased with your arrival. I, too, am interested in what you have to offer. Most importantly, we are in need of any food you might have to trade. The winter has been harsh, and our larders are barely holding on. Even as the season comes to an end, we face difficult times before the first harvest."

...As they began to haggle over prices for the foods Harry was more than willing to be generous and cut his prices deeper than the lord expected. He could tell from a quick scan of surface thoughts, that Lord Corman was relieved at Harry's generosity and that he was digging into the last of his own coffers just to purchase this much for his people.

...Lord Corman was astonished at the freshness of the foods, and had his men immediately pack it away to store in the larders, in the hope they could stretch it for a few moons or more. Harry surreptitiously cast long lasting preservation charms on the meats and vegetables to give them a bit more of a boost, hoping it would be enough.

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Chapter 9: Totally Normal

Shannon made her way to the town square at a clipped pace, keen to get there before the gossip spread through the rest of the town. Apparently, a merchant wagon had braved the snow drifts and mud tracks to trade in their small town.

Shannon absolutely refused to miss out on this rare chance to go shopping.

Gorm, her rather less-enthusiastic husband, trailed behind, probably hoping to get out of spending their coin. Fat chance. They were out of just about everything perishable, and had been reliant exclusively on the good lord for nearly a year now. To be fair, that's exactly what good upstanding smallfolk like herself paid taxes for, but it would still be nice to get something other than rations.

Reaching the square, she noted they were not the first customers, but there wasn't yet a line, so she'd take her wins where she got them.

The stall itself stood in front of a large wagon and was quite generously stacked with both food and other goods. This was pleasing, as she'd heard Lord Corman had already acquired much of the food.

She honestly didn't recognise a few of these foods. The apple sized orange looking fruit was apparently called an 'orange', how very original. Beside the oranges were sacks filled with a hard white substance that was allegedly edible and long lasting. Thankfully, it wasn't 'lice', as she'd first heard and been appalled by, but rather, something apparently called 'rice'. She'd taken a whole sack of that just to try. It was an easy choice after learning that a whole sack cost less than a single stew at the tavern.

Honestly, she wasn't entirely sure this merchant knew how money worked. This was further reinforced by his curious examination of the various coins she produced for him.

At this point, Gorm did his usual thing and started asking questions. Shannon knew he was a good man, but he was always a bit suspicious of foreigners. "Ah, so you're from the far south then are you?" Gorm queried, while testing an apple for firmness.