 be curious, not judgmental
It had taken her three months to nick enough green apples from the kitchens that it would fill an entire barrel. Stealing apples from breakfast hadn't been the hard part - it had been stealing a barrel from the kitchens without a house elf getting on her case.
There was no need to ask how she'd finally done it, though. The point of the matter was that Sophie Brown was levitating a wooden barrel full of crisp green apples down to the wooden bridge with the goofiest, giddiest of smiles on her face.
When this sixth year said she was going to do something, she meant it.
"QUIGGLES," she greeted with enthusiasm, unafraid to hold back on such a nickname since they were alone for the time being. "I've come bearing great gifts." She levitated the barrel and set it down beside him, then crossed her arms and looked entirely too smug with herself.
Boom. That was how it was done.
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