"Sugar-frosted drop."
Allie stood outside Dumbledore's office, watching the spiral staircase slowly rise alongside the griffin statue. For some reason, she always felt that the griffin statue lost a bit of its imposing air when paired with Dumbledore's sweet passwords.
The furnishings inside the office were just as they had always been. A table near the sofa held some simple meals, consisting of bread and milk.
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