I am possibly – heck not even probably, we are talking certainly here, the ONLY sixty year old to tell a seven year old, on Christmas day,
“Yeah, but I got a wand and you didn’t!”
In my defense, I will say that I did not stick my tongue out at her and I let her help me open the coolest present I have ever gotten, nay, anyone has ever gotten, in the whole wide world.
Master’s Daughter always gives the most thought out, greatest gifts. She has reached an all time high this year. She would have to give me Viggo Mortensen next year to even come close.
The first gift I opened from her would have been noteworthy on its own. I grew up with a clock that belonged to my Maternal Grandmother. It was the neatest clock and I just loved it. I have it, in fact, but it no longer works and when husband tried to get it repaired, he was told that the mechanism was no longer made and could not be fixed.
First, I opened a box with a working clock just like my grandmothers; complete with flickering fireplace, clock and rocking grandmother. It all works too. I cried. I really did. It was something I never could have expected. Master’s Daughter suggested that I take the works from the new clock and put them in the old clock, but the gift is just as special as the old clock, so I will put the new clock out in its place.
And, as if that wasn’t enough. I got the best gift in the world next. Since I had already cried once, I held that in and started laughing so hard, that I had tears in my eyes. I was overcome with happiness.
It started with an antique trunk/chest.
The top tray had a cover on it and a letter lay on top,
from Minerva McGonagall at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And, of course, it included a list of the “necessary books and equipment.”
She had filled the trunk with all sorts of goodies needed to attend Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The tray held supplies for potion making. I have floo powder, Gillyweed, and Pollyjuice potion. As Master’s Daughter pointed out, all I need is a few strands of Viggo Mortensen’s hair.
I have a plant to grow for herbology, a map of Hogsmead, a knitted hat and sock for my own personal elf, and S.P.E.W. badge, of course.
When I lifted the tray, I had books: The Government Manual for New Wizards, the Tales of Beedle the Bard (which I had put off buying) and the British version of the two book set of Quidditch and Magical Beasts. I also have the Monster Book of Monsters and when you pull out it’s tongue it shivers, and I have a cauldron.
As if that wasn’t a special enough gift, I also have a wand and a time turner.What more could a woman want??
How about a partially knitted Griffyndor Scarf? Is it any wonder she didn’t have time to finish it? She offered to keep working on it but I will have the pleasure of finishing it myself.
I must go now. I am studying for my five book, thirty page, O.W.L. Exams, incuded in my chest.
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