On the 24th, Blaise had the time of his life. Harry had commandeered the kitchen, charging him and Barty, as well as the elves, with various tasks throughout the day. Together, they created the most delicious Christmas dinner. Even the Dark Lord peeked into the room on occasion but was quickly shoved out after tasting the dishes three times in a row. The feast was mouth-watering. Blaise seemed embarrassed when he was offered a present just like everybody else. He had not had the chance to return the favour, but Harry convinced him that spending time with his family and friends was the best present for him. Blaise, having chosen him, was enough. The Slytherin could not help but smile when he opened his box. Inside was a shimmering, black pendant. Melanite formed into a snake that was biting the silver chain. It could go around his neck, sitting just below the hollow of his throat. Inspecting the jewellery, Blaise noticed that the underside of the snake's head held the same symbol that had been engraved into his mask the day of the Yule-ball. He put it on immediately.