Nigel wanted a chip. Alice was giving chips away. And Theo... did not want a chip. He smiled, though, so it felt like a complete rejection of yet another overture of friendship. No big deal. Chips were so last minute anyway.

Mo watched with detached interest as Alice terrorized the first year, but honestly... they were probably going to break the tadpole before she ever got to Hogwarts, and then they'd have this little quivering mass of newbie left on the train when everyone else departed. And she'd be found quivering in here... well.

Should someone assist Alice? Mo leaned forward and shook the cone of chips at Abbi like she was a puppy being offered a treat. "Hey... hey, you can have the rest of these chips, and then you have to go. And don't come back in here again, or someone might accidentally-but-not-really turn you into a giant canary. A giant bald canary." Those were the best type of canaries.