There's something so peaceful about night escapades. The sound breathing of sleeping witches and wizards, worn out from a day of magic. The soft padding footsteps of a witch about to cause chaos, so as to make the night seem even more peaceful.
I dragged the gunny sack over the tiled floors and stopped, looming menacingly above the sleeping figure of Draco Malfoy.
Getting the gunny sack up was the hard part. I heaved and quietly recited a few spells. It took a while, but it finally floated. I twisted my hand and it turned upside down, spilling the contents over him. Luckily, he was completely conked out.
I waved my wand and cast a few spells on him. Then, the peacefulness ensued again and you could hear the soft breathing of witches and wizards, as well as the soft, padding footsteps of a witch done with the prep for causing chaos.
In the morning, a crowd had gathered from all houses around Malfoy's bed. Some laughed, some were horrified and other were somewhat confused. He was sleeping under a pile of apples of all kinds, Fuiji, Granny Smith, and many others, except for green. His henchman and he himself tried to dig through the avalanche of apples to no avail.
I bent down to where I imagined his ear would be and said, "You didn't like green apples, so I thought these would be highly appreciated", I coughed out the word, "Drapple", and coughed some more.
Under the immense mound of apples, one could hear a yell of "ALICE!"
"DRAPPLE!", I yelled back as I apparated away.