CHRISTMAS PREZZIES

A/N: Don't ask why I'm posting a Christmas story, it literally just hit me as an idea about half an hour ago! ENJOY!

Every year, five Professors of Hogwarts gather together and get each other the "funniest" Christmas presents. The five in question were currently sat in the Hogwarts Staff Room. Albus Dumbledore sat in a worn red armchair by the fire, which was raging behind its grate, Minerva McGonagall sat, book in hand, on the floor with her back against a very large bookcase, to the left of Albus. Severus Snape also sat on an armchair by the fire, and was fiddling with a fraying strand of fabric on the right arm of his chair, and Filius Flitwick and Pomona Sprout sat on a large armchair, facing the others. Nobody was talking to one another as the cold, pearly white snow whirled outside the window.

"Okay," exclaimed Pomona finally, "I can't stand the waiting anymore! It's present time!" Minerva looked at her and sighed, replacing her book in the bookcase.

"I suppose it is. What say you, Albus?" She asked.

"Of course, my dear. Who shall have the pleasure of going first this year?"

"I believe, Headmaster, that it is Minerva's turn this year." squeaked Filius.

"So it is." Minerva picked up four boxes from under the Christmas tree, which was covered in glistening baubles, that moved and sang carols at rather inconvenient moments, and sparkling tinsel. "Right. This one is for you, Severus." She produced a long box covered in black silk and thrust it at the Potions Master.

It bore a tag saying: 'Merry Christmas. Use it wisely. Minerva.' Severus lifted the lid, revealing a large bottle labelled 'Sleek-easy's Silky-Smooth Shampoo'. This caused the whole group to fall about with laughter.

"Ha ha. Very funny." said Severus sarcastically.

"You're welcome. Ah, Pomona this one is for you." Minerva carefully passed her a large brown box with what looked suspiciously like air-holes carved into the sides.

"Whoa. There isn't an animal in there, is there?" Pomona asked fearfully.

"You'll have to wait and see won't you?"

The Herbology Professor reluctantly lifted the lid on her box and plucked out, not an animal, but a big red-leafed plant with purple stems and a bright orange flower.

"Well, that wasn't very funny." Said Filius, "We all know that she likes plants."

"Wait and see," Minerva hissed in an undertone, "Pomona, you might want to get some water on that." Pomona obeyed and retuned to the group moments later with a jug of transparent liquid. However, as she poured the water onto the plant, the flower opened up and squirted the water straight back into her face.

Spluttering and soaking, Pomona looked up at Minerva and couldn't help but laugh along with the others. "I have to admit, that was pretty good!"

When the giggles subsided, the Deputy Headmistress picked out another long box, this time covered in a blue fabric and placed it into Filius' hands.

"Thank you." he said gratefully. He apprehensively opened his box and gave a gasp of surprise.

"What is it Filius?" asked Albus. Filius, unable to speak, displayed his present to the rest of the group. Inside the box, there laid a pair of long wooden sticks with a tiny pair of shoes at the top and a larger pair attached to the bottom. She had bought him a pair of stilts!

While the rest of the five tried to hide the amused smirks on their faces, Minerva turned to Filius. "I'm sorry, Filius. I know that was evil of me."

"That's quite alright. I admit, I find it rather humorous myself!"

"And finally, Albus. Enjoy." She passed the Headmaster the final box which was covered in a red velvet. Albus peeled back the top and the others immediately subsided into fits of laughter.

Inside his box was a pair of bright purple socks, covered in moving pictures of the Hogwarts crest. As he pulled them over his toes, he jumped from his chair and began to roll on the floor. Rather odd behaviour from a Headmaster… even a Headmaster like Albus Dumbledore. He tried to wrench them from his feet and, when he eventually did, he looked at Minerva.

"Feet- tickling socks. Ingenious." He placed the socks back into their box. None of the others noticed the minuscule piece of parchment concealed beneath them. It read: 'I'll give you the rest of your present later. Tabby. XXX.' He smiled to himself and turned to Severus.

"I do believe it is your turn, Severus."

A/N2: Next up, Severus' presents. Watch this space!