“But what if I liked some of those ugly cat figurines that you brought me, they are now smashed beyond anything short of a repair spell.” Tom laughs at Harry’s expression, unable to try and keep a straight face. “I would think that you were lying about liking them. I just bought them as a joke.” Harry recovers.
“They were still one of the few things that you have given me, the fact that you took time out to find such ugly ones, regardless of how much was spent to buy them proves that you thought of me.” Tom hates them really, but they are something to personalize his room and something that Sirius had made him appreciate the meaning behind just slightly. Harry’s face heats up a tad. “Yes well, only the best of the worst for you.”
The Red Cobblestone Road - Chapter 13 - [Archive of Our Own]