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Door #9
"I think I have everything." Pansy pursed her lips and studied the piece of parchment she held.
"I don't understand how you can have finished your Christmas shopping already, Pansy," Blaize said, looking at her with respect.
"It's simple, it just takes a little planning, that's all."
"You're far too organised for you own good, you really are."
I took my usual seat at the Slytherin breakfast table and asked what the topic of conversation was.
"Shopping?" I looked at the people around me in surprise. "You're talking about shopping? Am I at the right table?"
"Christmas shopping, Draco," Pansy corrected me. "It's different." I just gave her a look. "This lot are just horrified because I've done mine already, that's all."
"They're probably all giftwrapped and decorated beautifully too," Blaize sighed.
Pansy wrinkled her nose. "Not quite, I've still got all that to do."
"That shouldn't take long, Pansy, you must have got the hang of the charm by now." I said, pouring myself a glass of juice. "With any luck, they won't all come out bright pink like last year." Sniggers rose up around me and she flushed with embarrassment.
"There's one Hogsmeade weekend left before Christmas," Blaize pointed out, "I really need to get the rest of my gifts then. I suppose you'll be doing the same, Draco?"
I shook my head. "No, I've got all my gifts bought." I was greeted by gasps and waited to catch Pansy's eye before adding the finishing touch. "And giftwrapped in a rather fetching shimmering silver paper."
"How did you manage to do that?" Pansy asked, openmouthed in shock.
"It's called organisation, Pansy, you really should try it sometime."