Happy Christmas, Auntie! This tea pot was calling for you, so I simply had to get it. I hope you'll use it next time I stop by for tea! As upset as I am about not getting to see the alps, I'm glad that I've got you.
Love, Becca
To: Emmy Wilkes
Happy Christmas. You probably won't find this gift as useful this winter as I would have liked for you to, but keep it in a safe place until you get home. Please be very careful with it. While it's a quite potent healing potion, if mixed with the wrong things, it can quickly change properties. Mixed with any amount of alcohol, it can make someone violently ill, but enough can be fatal. Isn't it weird how potions interact with different substances?
Rebecca
((Card is charmed to be readable only to Emmy. Anyone else will just see a very generic looking card from the bookshop in Hogsmeade.))
To: Rita Skeeter:
I hope you're having as happy a Christmas as we can right now. At least maybe something potentially juicy will happen, with all these charmed weeds hanging above our heads. I haven't managed to get caught under one yet, although I've tripped over several firsties while trying to avoid them. I'm not sure which would be more embarassing.
Rebecca
To: Cassandra Bulstrode
Happy Christmas, Cassandra! You simply have to wear this on your next date with Evan. Assuming we ever make it outside of the castle so you can go on a date with him. I hope that, aside from being held prisoner by what should be luggage, you're having a good holiday. I'd rather be able to invite you skiing, though.
Rebecca
To: Gilderoy Lockhart
Happy Christmas. When I saw this in the store window, I knew right away it would be perfect on you. They even had cufflinks to match! Promise me you won't go outside? Your hair would be scorched, and the other girls and I will have to hex anyone who laughs about it.
Rebecca
To: Septima Vector
Happy Christmas, Septima! I hope you like the locket. Don't be fooled by how small it is. It can hold 16 different pictures. They change depending on the way you open it. I'm not quite sure how you can tell which opening shows which pictures, but there's supposed to be a trick to it. I'm sure you're clever enough to figure it out.
Rebecca
To: Clara Avery
Happy Christmas, Clara. This is just to let you know that I don't blame you, at all, for the coat. Our Head Boy was the one trying to start the fire, and he was the one who ordered it tossed in. I hope you enjoy the books.