“Okay, here’s the deal,” Harry began.

The newly-freed Death Eaters were too busy staring in shock at the open doors to their cells to reply.

“As you may or may not be aware,” Sirius said.

“We’ve begun bi-weekly poker tournaments in the room that used to be the Auror Barracks,” Harry finished his sentence for him.

“But we have a major problem,” Sirius continued.

“Who goes by the name of Luna Lovegood, but what most of you don’t know, is that underneath her strange exterior,”

“Luna Lovegood is actually an extremely crafty witch.”

“And a genius at poker,” Harry added.

“Too right.” Sirius nodded. “Anyway, we’re tired of losing.”

“So we’re drafting you!” Harry said cheerfully. “You all have played poker before, right? Good! Just remember: don’t bet anything you don’t want to lose, don’t attack the Dementors, and if you try to cheat you won’t be invited back for a week.”

“And if you try to escape, we won’t rescue you from the Dementors,” Sirius added. “Ignore Harry, he’s barmy and thinks that they’re adorable, misunderstood creatures.”

“Welcome to Travelling Trunks, how may we… Oh, I see. Hold on just a minute I’ll go get it.”

“Get what? What do you mean?”

“Well you are clearly a moody and depressed youth looking to get out from under the thumb of a meddling old coot. I just thought I’d go get the starter kit.”

“What’s in the moody youth starter kit?”

“A seven compartment Auror standard trunk, a small library of hexes and jinxes not taught at Hogwarts including an introduction to the Dark Arts, self refilling food cabinets, and the rooms in the seventh compartment are warded against the ministry underage magic detection.”

“Wow, that really is a great kit. Do you sell many?”

“No, not really. The last one we sold was to one… T. M. Riddle. He seemed really hacked off about something as well. I wonder if he ever succeeded in getting out from under that manipulative bastard of a transfiguration teacher he had.”