Easter was always a fantastical time for Thomas. There was something just magical about the strange chocolate and rabbit based festivities that he simply adored.

His day had started as it always did; breakfast at sunrise and then training until it was time for some food. The problems started at that point and unbeknownst to Thomas, his day was going to get worse.

The first issue was in the simple fact that he had no food. Or rather, he had no food that he had taken a fancy to eating. It was an inconvenience that had set Thomas up for a generally awful rest of the day. So, slipping on whatever clothes he could find (which happened to be an undershirt, a pair of trousers, and a black robe with his team's logo etched into the front), Thomas ran out of the door and apparated to the high street.

That's when problem two happened. He disapparated close to the high street but as he began his walk toward the shops, his nose guiding him toward the smell of fresh baked bread, he noticed a distinct lack of money in any of his pockets.

And a wand.

This was just not okay.

But, not all was lost. Thomas figured he could use his... wit? Charm? Status? Something in order to persuade the baker to let him get a bread roll if he returned shortly with some money.

So there he was; determined, hungry, and going through an imaginary conversation in his head.

Problem three happened just as he approached the bakery. A loud crunch and an unnerving noise that sounded  distinctly like a rabbit coming from his feet.

He looked at the woman who tried to warn him and then to his foot before shifting his eyes back to her, "Oh Merlin." Thomas said with a sorrowful tone as he moved his foot from the chocolate, too scared to avert his eyes downward, "I think I killed your rabbit."

He swore he could see her heart breaking.