88.) Sweet Tooth
Fourth year. Great Hall. February.

Whooooosh! A package dropped into Tora’s lap suddenly from above, nearly clipping the edge of her spoon on its way into her lap. Tora glared up at her owl’s retreating back.

The package itself was lumpy and pink and crinkled when she picked it up. Hmmmmm. The tag read:

Hope this satisfies your sweet tooth! Happy Valentines Day! Love, Gram

This was ridiculous. Fourteen years old and still getting candy from her grandma on Valentine’s Day? It was so…childish. Tora hid the present under her chair so no one would notice the pink wrapping. Maybe she could transfigure the color…?