A tension in her gut told Michelle that something was wrong with the scarf. Plum and Luke both had smiles on their faces, but something was missing in their expressions, and Michelle folded her hands in her lap, clasping her fingers tight against each other. They were being polite, she could tellMichelle had years of experience acting polite when she wasnt happyand she racked her brain to think of what could be wrong with it. Maybe she had a weird neck allergy that prevented her from wearing scarves. That could be it. Perhaps she could still use the scarf in her hair, or as a desk accessory. Deflated, Michelle leaned back in her chair while Luke pulled the excessive amount of paper out of his own box.

I thought you were running low on parchment, she quipped. The thrilled expression on his face when he saw the watch more than made up for any disappointment she felt over missing the mark with Plums gift. She really hated the watch herself, but if it made him happy, she was pleased. Hopefully his shirtsleeves would cover it up when he wore it.

The Quaffle that Luke unwrapped from Plum had Michelles eyes popping and her shoulders leaning forward over the table. A whole host of signatures from professional Quidditch players were scrawled all over it. Even if it was only the Arrows players, it was still downright cool. The little watch paled in comparison to such a gift.

Michelle instantly held out both hands for it. She wanted a closer look.