As Luke took the bag away from her, to carry it himself, a satisfied smile twinkled in Michelles eyes. It was very nice to have someone to carry your Peppermint Toads. Very nice indeed. Especially when said someone was a warm, good-looking boy, who wanted to call you his own. Michelle cast a tentative look at him, around the edge of her hood. Scattered bits of snow clung to his shoulders, and there was even a little piece of pink confetti still hiding in his hair, behind his ear. She considered removing it for him, but decided she rather liked it there at the moment, and smiled, looking away at the castle.

Michelle pulled the little box out of her pocket and flicked open the endlabeled Hops realistically in the stomach! in green letteringand slid the white Peppermint Toad out into her palm. It gave one great jump onto her shoulder, and she caught it quickly, pinching it around the middle between her thumb and index finger while it squirmed. She carefully broke off one of the legs and popped it into her mouth, tucking it deftly into her cheek where it continued to kick steadily while the sweet peppermint cream melted over her taste buds.

She offered the one legged toad to Luke. Do you fancy the legs or the head? she asked. This was not a terribly romantic sort of comment, but it was important nonetheless. There was, of course, a great debate about which was the better part of Chocolate Frogs and Peppermint ToadsMichelle favored the legs, hands down.