In response to the "OMG! It's hte HBP challenge!"
I wrote about the "furry, little problem".
Minor spoiler. Nothing that will ruin the book. I swear!
Rated: PG (for cursing)
Blasted Carrots
It was Christmas in Gryffindor Tower. Well, actually, it was Christmas everywhere. Sirius was bouncing on his bed, James was pulling the comforter over his head, Peter was eating peppermint, and Remus was cursing.
Yes, cursing.
Everywhere about his bed there were carrots. Carrots on his sheets, sewn to the drapes, hanging from hooks in the ceiling, inside his pillow, overflowing from his dresser.
Now, James was up. And laughing. Sirius was pointing and laughing. Peter was confused. Remus was glaring.
"Now, really." Sirius said. "It's not that bad. You should be thankful your naughty bunny received any presents at all."
"For the last time, Sirius, I DON'T HAVE A BUNNY!" Remus roared, knocking carrots off his bed.
"What's a 'furry, little problem', then?" Peter asked.
Remus threw a carrot at him.
James put on his glasses. "The house elves were really worried when we told them your bunny was starving to death." James informed his lycanthropic friend.
Remus swore again. "I DON'T HAVE A DAMNED BUNNY!"
"Oh, that's nice, Remus." Lily said sarcastically as she opened the door, with a box in her hand. "Cursing on Christmas morning."
Remus glared at her. "Blasted carrots."