Of all the gifts he’d ever given, perhaps the most difficult to think of was the one Lee had decided to give Hermione Granger. He’d thought it would be easy to be someone’s Secret Cupid, but of course he’d had to get the smartest and most serious witch he knew.
Lee sighed crossing gag gifts like dildos and old Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes of the list. Hermione would likely not appreciate them; in fact, should he send those to her, she’d probably find him and hex his balls off.
So Lee found himself searching through Flourish and Blotts for a good hour, trying to find a book that was both something he could see himself giving, and one that wouldn’t go straight into Crookshanks’ litter box. After an hour of fruitless searching, he gave up on that, apparating out of Diagon Alley and to his flat.
He was sprawled on his bed, trying to think of what he could give Hermione. He glanced at his shelf and had a burst of inspiration.
Thirty minutes later, he’d wrapped her parcel up and was almost done writing the note.
Hermione,
Took me a long time to think of what to get you, you being such a lovely, intelligent witch and one far too mature for any of my usual presents.
Still, I’m hoping you like my gift. You might need to go back to your parents’ house to use it, but in case they don’t have an authentic record player, the album might make great decoration. I thought it fitting considering how many Rumours are flying about, though Fleetwood Mac will always be a classic.
Cheers! Your Secret Cupid
