Happy Birthday, Darling!

It occurs to me this morning as I sip a cappucino in Italy with a terribly handsome man, that this is the first time we've spent our birthdays apart since we were children. I find that I miss you, Tracey.

Anyhow, maudlin birthday messages aside, I'm sending this via the house elves, as I'm obviously not in Britain, to get your parcel together myself. I'll check back to make sure you got them when I'm back in the country.

The stockings and slippers are self explanatory, and have a never run charm, which the shops are getting quite shirty about adding. I had to insist. The telescpoe is because I know you're secretly an intellectual, and love Astronomy, and the books are an assortment of various Wizarding Histories. (I got glared at by Hermione Granger when purchasing those, by the way. She works in a shop and she glares at me?)

In any case, have a lovely birthday, and I will see you when I get back!

Love!

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