Prompt: gift exchanges
Word Count: 100
“Whizzo? Oh dear.” Filius made a distressed little sound that turned into a high pitched chuckling squeak as the giggle water kicked in. “I thought Albus was the only person who enjoyed their Cockroach Clusters.”
“Evidently not.” Severus glared at the list. “The boiled sweets should be harmless enough, even though the flavors are revolting. Durian fruit smells like a compost pile. Why would anyone wish to eat it?”
“I couldn’t say.” Filius tittered at the notation that Uncle Gersonides particularly enjoyed the Cornish Pasty in White Chocolate Carambola Fondant. “You’ll actually need to buy one of these?”
“Unfortunately, yes.”