PREVIOUSLY ON CHRISTMAS PREZZIES: "I do believe that it is your turn, Severus."
Severus gave an incomprehensible grunt and plucked four packages from under the braches of the tree. When he returned Minerva held a glass of red wine and Pomona held a white one. He glared at them surreptitiously.
"What?" asked Minerva, feigning innocence, "If the Potions Master of Doom is handing out Christmas presents I am going to need some alcohol." She sipped her wine and glared right back at him. Severus sighed and threw a soft parcel to Albus.
"Thank you Severus." The Headmaster carefully unwrapped the parcel and revealed a red hat with white trimmings. He placed it on his head, causing Minerva to almost choke on her wine.
"Nobody told me Father Christmas was joining us!" said she.
"Well, it shouldn't matter… unless you've been a naughty girl-"
"Eww… that is quite enough thank you!" chirped Filius before Albus could plant any unwanted images in his mind. Severus passed the tiny wizard a hard rectangular present. Filius cautiously removed the wrapping paper and extracted a book from inside. The front cover bore the words 'Snow White and the Eight Dwarfs' in swirly silver lettering.
"It is a Muggle fairy tale. Although, I added some parts, traditionally it would have been seven dwarfs but I felt that Filius was more than apt for another!" Severus explained wryly. Pomona chuckled loudly, while Filius began to feel the heat rising in his cheeks.
"Very good, very good!"
"Minerva, this one is for you." Severus threw her an oval package which she opened, unearthing a large ball of wool with a knitted mouse hanging from the end. This was evidently too much for Albus, who was still wearing his Santa hat; he was practically rolling around with laughter. Pomona snorted on her wine and Minerva tried extremely hard to suppress a smile.
"Ha ha… very funny!" she said sarcastically. Severus smirked and passed Pomona the final present. Pomona grinned and silently prayed that she wouldn't be squirted with any more water. When she had finished unwrapping it, she breathed a sigh of relief. Contained inside the paper was, not a water-squirting plant, but a long hairbrush with vines painted up the handle. Pomona turned a bright shade of red.
"Well," she sighed, patting her flyaway curls, "I suppose I could do with one of these!"
After the laughter had subsided, Albus announced: "Pomona, I think it may be your go now."
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