"Then I suggest you keep it you yourself," he said in a tone that, for Draco Malfoy, could almost pass for cheerful.

Tossing the last into the fire, he dusted glitter from his palms and turned to face her. "So, to what do I owe those lovely gifts. Boredom?" Lovely, of course, was relative. He was very thankful to be rid of all those tiny little troll faces.