"Very funny, Potter," Snape spat out under his breath, fuming as he unwrapped a gift that had innocently been left at the foot of his bed
It was Christmas day, a time of cheer and goodwill for all. However, it seemed that even Christmas didn't stop the Marauders' pranks, or that Potter git's oh-so-witty sense of humour.
"What have you got there?" Rodolphus Lestrange asked. Snape glared at him, grinding his teeth and holding the bottle out for the tall boy to see.
The other Slytherin couldn't help but grin slightly.
"Floral Shampoo," Lestrange read out. "For extra greasy hair."