The badgers followed quietly after me and I signal them to leave the drinks outside the portrait. I thank them but they leave without a word.
"Snoopladaisle."
The Fat Lady opens the door and I levitate the drinks inside. A couple of second and first years who had stayed inside looked up and I direct the girls to bring the cases to my room.
Everyone who saw me carrying in the cases asked questions but I gave them all the same answer. Tournament drinks. Sure, everyone would know but butterbeers were so inconsequential no one would care. Kind of like me.
Especially like me.