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[pottershotter]

[In the front hall, right where anyone and everyone will walk by and see, James has set up a booth. The sign at the top says:

FILL ANY QUADRANT
1 GALLEON
(OR OTHER WORLDLY EQUIVALENT)

And, being the showman he is, James is standing up on his booth, shouting to anyone who will listen]

That's right! Step right up and I, James Potter, will fill

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[itsahotone]

[And here comes Santana on whatever day of the event this is, looking distracted and distraught and possibly a little teary. Have fun with that, James.]

[pottershotter]

...? Santana?

[He pushes himself off of his makeshift seat on his booth and stands in front of her, looking kind of concerned about her.]

Are you all right?

[itsahotone]

[She almost bumps into him. Have we mentioned she looks distraught?]

I...I lost my matewhatever...

[pottershotter]

[For the jokester he can be, he actually looks...pretty sympathetic to her situation.]

I'm sorry. That must be hard for you.

( action; )

[sunflowersunday]

[ Russia will walk right up to the booth wearing a grin only an unhinged sociopath can pull off. No galleons in sight. Just a metal pipe AND AN AURA OF DEATH. ]

You are assisting match-making?

( action; )

[pottershotter]

[Wow. What a frightening fellow. No matter though; James won't let it put him off. ...Yet.]

I am! And you are in need of assistance?

( action; )

[sunflowersunday]

Need... help.

[ He sounds almost unsure and more than a little bit disgusted with what he's saying. Russia pulls a face like a kid who was just served canned spinach before nodding resolutely. ]

Need positivity. Ah... do not know what it is called. Love?

[ Shrugging. WHAT ARE EMOTIONS. ]

( action; also I am late forever sorryyyy ;;;; )

[pottershotter]

[James' eyes go WIDE and suddenly he wonders if this booth was a terrible idea. But he recovers. I mean, he never promised he would have to fill a quadrant necessarily...]

Love? It sounds like you're looking for a Matesprit! I can find you one, if you'd like.