Madeleine had definitely expected her helper to use magic to get the snowbody on the snowlegs, but Eugene was trying so hard and smiling so much that she didn’t want to say anything. She grabbed on too and helped Eugene hoist the second-biggest snowball.
This was a lot of work. Maybe next time she should make a smaller snowman. Tiny snowmen were adorable, but with all the students and all the sledding she was a teensy bit worried that an itty-bitty snowman would get knocked over. Oh! She could make a medium-sized snowman and then get her wand and use engorgio to make it bigger. Then she could make a really ginormous snowman, as tall as the goalposts! Maybe even bigger than that, but it would need to be really wide then and Madeleine didn’t think she should take up too much space on the Quidditch Pitch when everyone else was having such a good time.
For now she pondered Eugene’s question. She hadn’t thought of a name yet, because she hadn’t picked out the snowman’s clothes yet and she wanted his name to match his clothes. But maybe his clothes could match his name instead? All she knew about the snowman so far was that he was going to be pretty big. “Snowberto,” she decided. Madeleine hadn’t checked the snowman clothes yet but she was sure she could find Snowberto some Snowberto-y clothes.
Now that the snowballs were stacked securely on top of each other, all Snowberto needed was a head. Madeleine started rolling one. “Thanks for helping,” she told Eugene, beaming, her cheeks flushed pink from the cold. “You’re so nice. Do you wanna make one too? We could make Snowberto a friend.”