Theme # 96: Socks


What kind of joke was this?

Krum had woken up, to a lovely Christmas. Little lights shone down at him, from the ceiling, and the expected pile of presents lay at the foot of his bed, huge and full of glittery, shiny wrappers that curled into each other in a delightful way.

But then he had gotten out of bed, reached for one at random, unwrapped it, and -- and it had turned out to be socks. Stitched socks. Krum frowned, not at all impressed, until he saw the note attached. With love, from Hermione.

His mood brightened up, at once.