Hufflepuff: Has anyone talked to Slytherin? I woke up this morning to an unearthly shriek from their room and then slight banging of things. They refuse to come out.
Unconcerned Gryffindor: Since when is that not normal for them? Living with them is like living in a haunted graveyard. They lurk at unholy hours and frequently wail about things no one else understands.
Concerned Ravenclaw: How are you two best friends again? I agree, something is off. I'm gonna see if they'll go with us to the store.
One rejection and three hours of the other houses retreating to shop later:
[Decorations on every wall, drowning in badly made cookies, Christmas music on repeat, and one Snek decked out in the most festive ugly Christmas sweaters one can find]
Slytherin: HO HO HO MOTHERFUCKERS!