"You spoil me by being here, you short-sighted Slytherin. Money is irrelevant. You wanting to do this for me is more than anything you could buy me," Percy said, and would continue saying it until Cass stop equating money with caring.
"All right, presents it is." He picked up the boxes and opened them. He stared at their contents, speechless. They had to have cost a fortune, a real fortune. "I can't believe you did this. You shouldn't have. I mean... God, Cass, you just-" He put the boxes down with extreme care. "I- I love them, but I don't want you to spend that kind of money on me. I mean it."