James stared at the box and message, and decided that everyone had lost his mind, which was fine with him. No howlers were good.
Grandma,
That's the strangest gift ever, but... okay and thank you.
Victorie wants to do a party, we wanted a Quidditch party, so maybe we can have it at the Burrow. We want beer and Quidditch, Victoire can organise the rest.