HP: I got Transmigrated into the World of Magic [Chapter 95: Note! ] (Patreon)

I give her a small smile, though I'm not very reassured. "I suppose."

I open a smaller package that turns out to be from Ron, which is a pile of snacks. I look up to thank him but he's busy digging into his own bag of candy.

So my eyes fall back to the pile, which is mostly separated into a book-sized pile and a few larger boxes.

I go for the books. The first one I open appears to be a rather old manuscript entitled On the Manipulation of Magickal Energies without an External Focus. 

A note falls into my lap when I open the worn leather cover.

William,

My father's personal library contained this tome on wandless magic. You seem to be quite proficient, so I tried to find the most advanced resource in his rare collection. I hope you find it useful.

- D

I can't help but flip through a few pages before Harry nudges me. "Hey, we had to set this rule three years ago with Hermione: no reading any Christmas presents until all of them are open!"

Hermione laughs with Harry. "I know, completely unfair, isn't it?"

"It is! It looks like I got a bunch of them, too," I say, tapping the pile. To resist temptation I shift to the larger gifts. On top is a soft package, and I easily tear it open to find a large, gray sweater with a surprisingly reasonably-sized 'W' on the chest.

"You got a Weasley sweater!" Harry exclaims.

"No way! This is awesome!" I squish it against me, and it's wonderfully soft. I immediately throw off the jacket of my robes and pull it on. It's a bit too large, which makes it feel nice and cozy. There's a matched pair of knitted mittens and a hat as well, both of which I put on momentarily to complete the outfit. "Man this stuff feels good."

Harry rearranges his pile until he finds his own package, then tears into his and pulls on his own green sweater with a dragon on the front.

"Whoa," I say, quite impressed with the detail on it. "Very nice, Harry!"

"It is, isn't it?" We're grinning madly at each other and then I look over at Hermione who's also smiling happily. Then I realize she doesn't have one.

"Oh, sorry, Hermione," I say sheepishly. "I didn't mean to rub it in."

She continues to smile and waves off my concern. "It's fine, boys. Just make sure Ron and his siblings see how much you appreciate them."

"Definitely."

My next package is much bulkier, and inside is a full set of brand new school robes from Sirius and Remus...a much finer set than my current ones. 

These are almost as nice as my dress robes! I feel a wave of regret for not thinking of them in my own gift-making activities, despite the fact that I've asked them to place themselves in grave danger. 

I make a mental note to carve more hand-held rune stones and send them with my thank you note.

Just as I decide that I'm suddenly yanked to the side and gripped into a fierce hug. "It's beautiful, William," Hermione whispers. "Thank you."

"What'd you get?" Harry asks.

Hermione doesn't answer, but digs out my gift to him from his pile. "Whoa, that's much heavier than mine. Here, Harry, open it."

Harry looks at me questioningly.

"From me," I say, a little embarrassed that I'm watching.

He tears it open and the relatively simple carved snitch rolls onto his lap. He runs his finger along the wings etched in relief across it, and along ehwaz – the rune of speed – etched on the bottom. "Wow, that's really good! I didn't realize you were so good at carving."

"Lots of practice," I say with a small smile.

"Look at the other thing he carved, Harry," Hermione says impatiently, then she glances back and waves Neville and Ron over.

He sets the snitch back down on his lap and sets the heavy bag of rune stones aside. Removing the note from the front of the frame, he gazes into the picture of our seventh floor-corridor view for a short time.

Then runs his fingers along the racing brooms relief-etched into the top and bottom of the frame, as well as the runes carved into the top left and bottom right corners. 

"This is incredible, William," he says quietly. 

"No wonder you had to hide from us so often."

"Here's mine," Neville cuts in with a wide smile, holding his out so Harry can see it. "Thank you, William." Neville's has the same runes, but relatively simple plants and a pair of what are supposed to be herbology gloves at the bottom. 

Not my best work, but the roughness actually looks a bit artful. Not that I have much in the way of taste when it comes to art, of course.

"Mine's better than all of yours," Ron says proudly, handing his to Harry as well. Ron's was the easiest since I just made the sides into Quidditch hoops that encircle the runes. His runes are the same as the ones on his Quidditch hoop: eihwaz and jeran for defense and victory. 

The picture is him making a save during one of the pick-up Quidditch games earlier in the year. He claps me on the back. "Thanks, mate, it's brilliant."

"Here's mine," Hermione says, showing off hers to Harry. Hers is even more detailed, since I worked on hers and Luna's the most. The relief-etched vines trailing down the sides meet in the center of the bottom, behind a replica of her wand.

"Wow," he whispers. "You really went all out on this one. Mine's fantastic, but this...hey, this bottom rune is different from mine and Neville's."

Hermione looks over at Harry's and then turns to me with an eyebrow raised. I blush. "Uh," I say, then clear my throat. 

"Yours is wunjo, Harry, to symbolize the joy you get riding your broom. Same with Neville, for Herbology. Hermione's is gebo with the wand to symbolize her love of magic. The top rune on your three is ingwaz, for the peace we feel sharing the view Luna introduced to us. Ron, yours mean defense and victory."