"Oh..." he answered, accepting the gift with some trepidation. "Thanks." Everyone was being so nice, he hoped Harry hadn't made them feel like they had to bring presents. He'd already gotten more than he had for at least his last five birthdays put together, and he really wasn't talented at expressing his gratitude. "You really didn't have to," he said again, suspecting that he'd be saying that a lot before the day's end.
Running his hand over the wrapping, he could tell, unsurprisingly, that the gift was a book. With a rush of embarrassment, he hoped Padma didn't think the only thing he read about was sex, because if he opened a book of porn in front of everyone and a three-year-old who was inquisitive about other people's gifts, he'd really have to die right on the spot.
"Oh, wow," he said as he tore the wrapping off and saw what was inside. With a glance up at Harry, he felt a shock that the man had not only remembered, but had thought to tell somebody about it. He really hoped Harry hadn't made Padma feel like she had to, because the book of techniques on how to draw the human form really was too perfect of a gift.
"Thank you," he said, flicking his eyes from Harry to Padma and back again. "This is really helpful."