He was always up with the sun; the farm required a lot of work and he found it much more enjoyable to work when there was light out because it was so much easier to see the critters. Some of them were a lot meaner than others, and there wasn’t much Cliff hated more than trying to figure out what had bit him in the dark. With Hogwarts being out for the summer, he and his brother (with the help of their younger sister under their feet) had knocked out most of what needed to be done, and they’d agreed to take a few hours off.  And he was excited for that. His feet hurt, his shoulders ached and the sun was showing it was going to be yet another hot day.

Leaving his siblings to their own devices because he wasn’t their parent, contrary to popular belief, Cliff apparated to Honeyduke’s for a morning treat. He picked up a few Toothflossing Stringmints for hygiene purposes and some Pixie Puffs because he was tired of making breakfast and having his sister whine that his cooking was awful.  He'd been making his way toward the counter when the fudge display caught his eye, distracting him momentarily. It was full and looked freshly made, and the smell made his mouth water. Cliff didn’t even like fudge.

It didn’t stop him from slipping a piece into his pocket as his mind worked through the idea that yes, his friend would forgive him for blundering him in the head with a quaffle if he gave him a piece of fudge, and no, he couldn’t actually afford it. Having Algae forgive him outweighed pretty much everything else. Cliff managed to pay for the other items and smiled to himself while getting away with another theft (his fingers had been very sticky in the recent weeks), yet as he went to move through the doors, they nearly closed.

Turning sharply, Cliff’s eyebrows knitted together as he snorted. “Yeah, I’m forgetting how rude Honeyduke’s employees are.” He stuffed his hands into his pocket. “Is there a problem?” He cocked his eyebrow at the employee. He knew him! Or had at one point.

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