Wearily, Snape sank down to sit next to the box. He picked up a bright floral patterned shirt, holding it at arm's length between finger and thumb, before casting it aside.

"How do people live like this?" he grumbled, reaching in to the box to dislodge the next item, which looked like a feather boa. "How is it that people haven't begun to revolt against things like this?"

The island was almost as close to the concept of Utopia as one could get, and Snape hated every last, cheerful inch of it.