42 Fathers Questionable Gifts (1/2)

That morning, during breakfast, the most awaited visitor had finally arrived.

Bleu, the falcon, came swooping in, carrying a small basket filled with what was assumed to be Casimir's birthday gift.

”Well, what are you waiting for? Open it!” It seemed like, after being friends for years already, Draco had become used to Mr. Proulx's amazing presents and was now more excited than the actual receiver when it came to opening them.

Speaking of receiving presents, after Mr. Proulx had known Draco's date of birth, he too, had begun sending equally great presents to the boy yearly, which made the relationship of both families feel much closer. This then, ended up with Lucius visiting more often to just casually chat with Alexander over tea.

Casimir shook his head wryly and opened the top of the basket.

Inside, unlike the presents from the previous years, were a few plain-looking books but, after taking them out and reading the covers, they discovered that they were far from being plain.

”Guide and Tips to Becoming an Animagus?!” Theodore exclaimed, picking up one of the books, attracting curious glances from the other students.

”Advanced Alchemy?! Hexes, Jinxes, and Basic Curses?!” Draco had his eyes wide upon reading the covers of two other books. ”Aren't those dark arts?!”

”The Possibility of Immortality..?” Pansy suddenly reached out to take one book. ”How absurd!”

”I think we should keep these books a secret.” Theodore whispered, glancing around to see if there were any professors nearby.

”Hey! I think there's something else in the basket.” Crabbe pointed out. And there really was something else in there!

A pair of black earmuffs and a letter.

My Son,

(Casimir: Will it kill you to write 'dear' in your letters?!)

You might be confused about the use of the earmuffs. I will just clarify that those earmuffs are no ordinary earmuffs. They are enchanted with a spell which allows you to hear and eavesdrop on any conversation within your line of sight. In short, it is a spyware device. I have decided that, on your eleventh birthday, you are already old enough and responsible enough to come in contact with our family's line of business; intelligence. Do have fun with it and, Happy Birthday.

Your father

After Casimir had read the letter, Draco immediately snatched the letter from his hands and began reading. ”Spyware device?!” He exclaimed, then, stared at Casimir dubiously. ”You father gives you questionable presents.”

(Casimir: Father, why did you write in English?)

”My thoughts exactly.” Casimir replied but still wore the earmuffs. Fortunately, he could choose to turn off the eavesdropping function when he wanted to, or else, he would just hear everything around him every time he wore it.