 Pajamas Viva Buymoria! Love you Twin!
As challenged by Joel,
98. Pajamas
Christmas was a waste of time. If not for Albus' insistence, he'd have spent the holiday off at Spinner's End with his potions journals. He would much rather not indulge in some ridiculous ritual be barely believed in.
He exited the shower to find the package on his bed, wrapped in red with a shiny ribbon. Scowling, he read the tag and opened it to reveal a pair of black, silk pajamas that drifted through his fingers fluidly.
Luxurious.
He made a mental note to avoid the library this week, lest Irma get the idea he'd model them in thanks.
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