"Oh, Ginny, you know it fills me with nothing but joy to put a smile on your lovely face," Michael grinned. He was naturally this charming most of the time, playful as it were, but he was serious. He just wasn't going to show it. Or admit it. Out loud.
This year he had brought her a book on magical Dutch creatures, their whereabouts and how to lure them in, a little windmill that turned on it's own, an everlasting tulip and, the one little extravagant gift, a small silver chain with a drop of orange amber on the end. Orange being the Dutch national colour. And well, it reminded him of Ginny-