Happy birthday, mate. Honestly, I wish nothing but the best for you today and the next year and beyond and all of that. I was just going to get you a nice bottle of scotch and the traditional punch to the arm. But figured since we're here, and all that other shit we've been through to go in a different direction.
You still might get the punch to the arm. Tradition.
-Mac.
[Ooc: Attached to the letter is a very fine bottle of scotch, a pamphlet to a nice restaurant not to far from the Village with a note saying reservations were made at the end of the month and a handwritten note from Mac saying "Take Summer" on it, as well as new quidditch gloves and a copy of a new book on the history of quidditch that isn't slated to be released until the fall.]