Gingerbread houses. Every Holiday season Presley made them at her maternal granparents house. But this? This was a life-sized gigantic house made entirely out of candy. This was Holiday Heaven. Pres stepped inside with awe. She wandered through the downstairs, and the upstairs, not daring to touch anything. Besides, the chocolate stairs had already been contaminated with shoes, right? Not that Presley's were dirty. They were brand new, but she'd walked in them down seven flights of stairs from the Ravenclaw Common Room. She wasn't going to chance it.