Theodore had always had a sort of sweet tooth to him.

Chocoballs, gummy slugs, you name it he's, most likely, eating it.

So, when introduced to the muggle tradition of Easter, he was practically over the moon.

You both had been given an Easter basket from your mother. At your age? Who cared.

".. Peeps. And they're marshmallows?"

He raised an inquisitive brow as he held up the fluffy pink marshmallow, inspecting its form and sugary coating.

"Yup. Although I think you have mine. Not that it makes a difference."

"You're certainly making it out to be a big difference."