 be curious, not judgmental
Sophie made sure her first stop was to the ballot box. This was already her favorite part of the whole party, looking around the dungeons, but... there wasn't much competition. There was a nice craft station, but a vomit relay? All that molding food? Ick. Who had even planned this thing anyway? Didn't they know they were human kids who ate human food? Could she go pop over to the kitchens and ask the house elves to help them out a bit?
Meh. Maybe in a bit. For now, she was determined to pick the perfect professor for this. First and foremost, she looked for Culloden's name - not because she wanted him to be picked, but because she DIDN'T. She'd be horrified if he was picked on like that and she was willing to stuff the ballot box with any other professor's name to save him, but... looking over the list, her favorite professor wasn't there! He was SAFE. Whew. Awesome. Unfortunately, Flamsteed, Elwood, Botros, Fuller, Bentley, Kitridge, and Romanos WERE there. She liked all of those plenty well. Especially Botros - wouldn't it just be cruel to pie an old man? Couldn't... he not be there? Or ANY of her favorites? All the others were far more worthy targets.
Sophie was especially pleased to see that Truebridge, Bellaire, Tyner, and Tillstorm were there. Ha. Those would all be the funniest. But... of course, the choice was obvious for Sophie and the smirk on her face showed it as she submitted the one name of the professor she would get the most amusement from being chosen.
And she hoped she'd get the honor of doing it.
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