He limped his way to the table and folded the tea towel back, revealing a cooling rack piled with something that smelt like ginger, and looked like small men, arms and legs flailing wildly. Mmm. Not quite muffins, but gingerbread would do. Draco snatched up one struggling little gingerbread man with orange peel buttons and currant eyes, and neatly beheaded the helpless thing with a bite. Oh Merlin, it was delicious. He polished it off and snatched up another, this time biting off the charmed biscuit’s limbs before he beheaded it.