One apple down, two more to go.

"Magimus!" Beverly was more confident this time around, having practiced the spell and tasting the fruit. You could be ten Galleons she finished that first apple. It was good for energy, too.

Setting the second charmed apple next to the first, she picked up the third and held it in her palm. Ah crud. This one had a bruise. She wondered if the spell would still work on it like it had on the previous ones. But if it changed the sweetness of it, it wouldn't matter, then. She was going with that, and if the Porlock refused her friendship then she'd know why.

"Magimus!" Watching this one closely after tracing the circumference with her wand, Beverly was pleased to see that it sparkled after she was done. Taking that as a good sign, she started devising plans on how to go on to the next step.