"Course!" he says.  "We should get you a trunk, too.  And I think I owe you a birthday present," he adds coyly.

She grins, a bit startled. "Okay!"

Grin.

Trunk shop!  Most of the trunks, particularly the ones aimed at students, are pull-along ones like a muggle might take to an airport, but there are more expensive ones, proper chests with legs and distinctly magical-looking locks.  (These for the most part are out of her price range, unless she'd like to go back to Gringott's and take out more gold.)

A pull-along's good. She's used to it, and she doesn't need anything fancy.

"Just your present left," Hagrid says.  "Any ideas what you want?"

"Not really..."

"Could get you an owl?" Hagrid says.  "Clever little beasties, and carry your mail for you."

She bites her lip, looking unhappy with the thought.

"Don't have to.  You can always use the school owls if you need to send mail.  Tell you what - how about I take you by a magic toy shop instead?"

She looks more interested at that, nodding shyly.

Hagrid leads her to a little shop called D'artagnan's Diversions and Doodads.  Dancing letters on the sign assemble to advertise chocolate frogs, collectible fairy chess pieces, gobstones, exploding snap decks, and a hundred other things, most of which she's never heard of; and little toy soldiers and action figures march back and forth across the window displays.

Woah!!!

She's fascinated by all the toys - but her gaze keeps getting shyly caught on the things advertised to younger children, especially the very soft looking stuffed animals, many of them magical creatures.

Some of the stuffed animals gaze back, even!

Those ones are kinda creepy... She really likes the sleeping plush dragon that keeps letting off little whiffs of nice-smelling smoke, though - it's not only soft, it's warm.

"Think you'd like one of them?" Hagrid says.

"Aren't they for little kids?"

"I had one when I was your age," Hagrid says.  "Think I've still got it somewhere, in fact."

She nods. "It is soft..."

"Cute little fella, too.  What do you say?"

"Okay."

Grin.

He lets her pick out her favorite color and/or scent of smoke, and pays.

She gets a purple dragon with woodsy smoke, and hugs it the entire time.

Cute.

"Think that's our shopping done," Hagrid says.  "I've got a room at the Leaky Cauldron - you can share if you like, or we can get you your own."

"Do you mind sharing?" she asks; staying on her own seems - big and scary.

"Not at all," Hagrid says.  "You can change your mind any time you like, but I don't mind sharing neither."