Luna sat in front of the portrait of Violet, the Fat Lady's friend. They were having quite an interesting discussion about cows and why they were placed on this earth. Suddenly, a peach fell out of the sky and landed right on Luna's head.
Luna wasn't a fool, she knew a falling peach was an omen of olives being in her near future. She quickly excused herself from her conversation with Violet and ran down the corridor. She knew where she could find an olive but the only question is why she needed it.
As soon as she got to the portrait of the fruit bowl in front of the kitchen, she tickled the pear, and clambered through the portrait
"Bubbalooooo? Where aaaare yooou?" Luna's dreamy voice called out. A small, fat and rather ugly elf appeared before her. He was not wearing anything, but Luna did not mind. "Oh Bubbaloo, could you bring me a glass of champagne and some olives?" She asked in a surprisingly sophisticated voice.
"Yes miss." answered Bubbaloo in a deep, sing songy voice. He went off to fetch the champagne and olives. Luna stood in the middle of the kitchen awaiting his return. She twiddled her radish earrings and whistled the funeral march.
Bubbaloo returned with the items she had requested on a silver platter. She grandly took the champagne glass and with a big sweeping gesture ate the olive. She took a sip of her champagne.
"Hmm nice Bubbaloo. 1965 I presume?"
"As always miss ,as always." Bubbaloo replied.
She took a few more sips and then started to get tipsy. She staggered toward a toaster and spit the olive seed out into the toaster. The toaster spat out blue flames.
As she drank the rest of the champagne bottle she was reminded of her great grandpa Elroy. If he was alive today, what would he tell her? She wondered.
"I;ve got it!" her voice was incredibly slurred. "The perfect gift for Noviell Loonboot."
Bubbaloo stood by and watched with fascination. She noticed this and kicked him in the shins and ran away. She needed to go fetch the perfect Secret Santa gift.
Draco
Draco sat in the lavishly decorated Slytherin common room and looked once more at the crumpled piece of parchment in his hand as if it were on fire. It was probably the 100th time that day that he had glanced at the hurriedly scrawled words HARRY POTTER, trying reassure himself that he was hallucinating. Unfortunately, he wasn't, so he let out another long groan. Why him???
What in the world was he supposed to get Potter, that loser who was always obsessing over him. Although Draco had to admit that he was quite dashing, it still freaked him out.
Malfoy decided that he wanted to cause Harry as much pain as possible. And what causes Harry pain? Voldemort! (And Cho). Draco thought that perhaps he should try to get Voldemort into Hogwarts, but that little joke had gotten so old.
He decided to take a walk, because he was not feeling very creative. He stepped outside and took a breath of fresh air. There was barely anyone on the grounds besides Ginny Weasley.
Ginny was sitting under the shade of a tree, and holding something that looked oddly like a doll. Intrigued, he walked over to her.
"Hey frecklette." he said. "What are you holding?"
Ginny quickly put the item behind her back, and blushed. "Nothing." she said hastily.
"Ah come on frecklette, you can tell me." he said.
"Er, well┘it was a doll."
"LIKE BARBIE?" Malfoy squealed excitedly.
"Er...no. It's a voo doo doll."
"Who's it off?"
"Er...the emperor of Japan."
"OK..." He started to get scared. "Listen, you know Potter..."
"Who's Potter?"
"Lloyd Potter! Harry Potter obviously. What would make him wet his pants?"
She thought for a second and answered him. His face lit up as he heard her reply.
"Gee wilikers, that's a swell idea!" Malfoy gave her a great big hug and skipped off. Ginny blushed as he walked away.
Malfoy grinned evilly. He knew the perfect gift to make Potter squirm.