Carlos laughed. “Yeah, because the image of your country rests solely on your shoulders!” he countered. “Man, if I was that petty then that sandwich shop I would have done in my opinion. As for my wallet… unfortunately, I’ve been the only one bitten so far. And my brother too, when I forgot that it actually bit people and asked him to grab my driver’s license for me once. But actual pick-pockets, no. I guess it’s usually too far down in my pocket for any no-maj to reach. They don’t expect expanded pockets, after all…”
“Hey now, one bad trip somewhere can ruin a person’s opinion’a that place forever, sometimes all it takes is one bad person to ruin a trip.” He shrugged. A soft snort escaped then as Carlos went on and he laughed, thinking back to some of the magical pranks he’d pulled on his brother back when he was in school. “Did ya actually forget or were ya just messin’ with him? ‘Cause that sounds exactly like the kinda shit my brother and I would’a pulled on each other back when we were kids.”
Carlos just smiled and shook his head. “Nah, that wasn’t on purpose,” he said. “But I do give him jinxed pens on occasion when we’re around each other. And sometimes I’ll put a timed transfiguration spell on, like, a banana peel or something so he thinks its a video game controller before it changes back in his hands. Though… that’s getting harder now. Almost all of his game controllers are custom-made.”
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