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The very obvious answer was that Simi knew just the one but the ten-year-old hated to disappoint others and a little white lie to spare the feelings of her beloved sister wouldn’t go amiss. “Loads! There’s umm.. Alice and Arthur and Amelie” she began recalling names from books she had read or games she had played in the hopes that these people might actually exist and it wasn’t such a lie after all. “But you’ll always be my favourite, even if I knew thousands.” She was sure her very sociable sister knew of plenty regardless. The giggle that erupted from the petite child as her sides were tickled was almost fairy-like in manner, sweet and musical and pure.
Neither an alumni nor a current student, Simona hadn’t been a recipient of the vouchers and had therefore become reliant on asking their mother if she wanted anything. Not that she had, she was not the type to beg and sulk when she didn’t get her own way and generally was satisfied with what she had. That wasn’t to say she wouldn’t be extremely grateful for a sugary treat. “Yes please” the redhead’s eyes lit up at the box. “The chocolate sounds yummy.” She regretted not bringing one of the dream catchers she had been creating in art class at school in exchange but it wouldn’t fit in the tiny bag she had tied around her waist anyway. She reached out to the box and selected one to pop into her mouth.
Although the activity looked funny from where she was sitting, she hadn’t thought much of the logistics of being hurtled down a hill in a dress as long and beautiful as Anna’s was, nor of the muddy stains it was likely to leave. “You could share it with all your friends.” Of which she was sure Anna had plenty. “Or do House Elves like Butterbeer? Maybe you could share it with them for all their hard work.” A thank you gift if you will. That vast consumption looked like a hiccup explosion waiting to happen, especially after being shaken and tumbled down the hill the way it presently was. Almost like when Simi drank cherryade too quickly and it bubbled out of her nose. “And then the barrel we could use to make a planter for a tree. A cherry tree.. or maybe an apple tree? Or a pear tree!” She added excitedly, the curls bouncing on her head.
The possibilities were endless for creative thinking.
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