Merlin, for what it was worth, seemed to be pouting at Atticus when he went to the owlery to have the package delivered. He’d tried explaining to him that he was simply too small; a scops owl could never handle a package that large, even one that was fitter, but Merlin wasn’t having it. Then again, the owl knew he would get some kind of treat for delivering it and on his current diet he was more eager than ever to deliver anything.

The box was considerably large but he had spared no expense for his cousin; filled with boxes of her favorite teas, snacks and candy, Atticus had also snuck in a few trinkets for her eighteenth birthday. A new fan for her debut, courtesy of his own mother, a new potions book he’d gone to Paris for a few days prior, and a golden ravenclaw pendant to wear around in case she missed her days at Hogwarts. Tapping the box with his wand, he cast a spell to have an explosion of paper confetti upon the box’s opening. Poppy would be mortified and the thought made him laugh.

Merlin, still pouting, was handed the letter to deliver along with a small piece of bread. Together he and the larger owl took off toward Hogwarts.

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I understand today is a very important day for you. Happy birthday, my dear cousin. We will celebrate accordingly. I know your Hogsmeade weekend is this Saturday, and I would be honored if you were to join me for the horse races on Sunday. I have permission to sign you out. Consider it the last portion of your birthday gift from me.

Your cousin,

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Basil had debated for days on if he should send his little cousin her birthday gift over owl or simply wait to hand it to her in class that day; in the end, owl post had won out due to a small - minute, really - preference on his her part for dramatics. He knew she'd been going through a lot over the past few weeks, especially after their little mishap with the memory charm, and Basil figured this was as good a time as any to prove to Poppy there were no hard feelings. (He was mostly sure he'd managed to convince her of that by this point, but a little extra never hurt.) So, on the morning of May 10th, much earlier than anyone should ever be up and in the Owlery, Basil selected a nice big barn owl to deliver his package with the morning flurry.

It was a rather oddly shaped, poorly wrapped gift: plain brown paper, enveloped in plain twine. Inside was a book he'd found detailing the link between certain potions and their transfigurative spell counterparts. It was something he hoped she'd find amusing, at the very least. Also wrapped was a rememberall, and a handful of chocolate frogs, some sour gummies that made your tongue change color, and - his personal favorite - a few pumpkin pasties. (Hard to find this time of year.) Basil enchanted the wrapping to pop little miniature fireworks when it was opened, hopefully she wouldn't burn her fingers, and then handed the owl a letter to deliver with the gift.

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I wish you the happiest of birthdays today on this rather important date. Enclosed you'll find a few practical gifts, along with some silly indulgences that reminded me of you.

Stop by my office and indulge your cousin with your presence today, on this cheeriest of days, so I can wish you the best properly.

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