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Door #21
"Flitwick's been busy, I see," Goyle commented as we walked down to breakfast one morning.
"It does look as though he's outdone himself this year," Crabbe replied with a grin.
"Outdone himself?" I retorted. "There isn't a spare inch that isn't covered with holly, mistletoe, icicles or something sickeningly sparkly. I swear, if we go up to the dorm and find ivy twined round the posts of our beds, I'm going to complain."
"Even more than you are already?" A familiar voice sounded behind me. "Don't you have any Christmas spirit, Malfoy?"
"I have plenty of Christmas spirit, Potter," I replied swiftly, not breaking stride, "I was just voicing the opinion that Flitwick has rather gone overboard. This place looks like there was an explosion in a tinsel factory." I indicated one of the Christmas trees as I passed into the Great Hall. It was so covered in silver strands, you could barely see the branches. "Still, you have to admire his colour scheme."
I heard more than saw Potter choke at the realisation that most of the decorations were silver and green. There was muttering behind me but I paid it no heed and sauntered off to breakfast.
The next morning, as I was heading off to the Great Hall as normal, I found myself entering behind Potter and his two friends. "That looks more like it," I heard Potter say in approval and wondered what he was referring to. The next second, I crossed over the threshold and my eyes were assaulted by a mass of Christmas trees bedecked in scarlet and gold.
"Oh, my only holy sainted aunt," I swore, "What on earth happened here?" The grin on the Weasel's face was almost painful to see. "Oh wait, let me guess, you did."
He nodded eagerly. "Yep, we thought we'd amend the colour scheme to something a little more tasteful."
I studied the Hall thoughtfully. Nodding slowly, I replied, "So I see. There's only one problem though."
"You don't like red and gold?" Potter sniggered.
"It's not that," I said with studied nonchalance, "it's just that holly, ivy, mistletoe, pine trees are all very definitely green. It doesn't matter what you do, green is part of Christmas. You'll just have to put up with it." With a smirk, I sauntered off to breakfast, leaving them fuming behind me.