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She touches his beak and giggles and flies back to tell the other fairies. Soon there are many more fairies wanting to touch his beak.

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He's so popular!

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The fairies eventually work up the courage to ask to pet his feathers. They don't really have language, exactly, or not any more than most smart magical animals, but they have gestures and trilling sounds.

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This is adorable. Yes they may pet his feathers.

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Eeeeee they are so happy!

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Awwwww.

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Eventually they get distracted by other things and stop bothering him, though.

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He returns to Victor's shoulder.

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Dayo takes the train to London the following day, along with the other students who won't be spending the holidays in Hogwarts.

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Ron's staying, though—his family is visiting his brother Charlie in Romania.

Does Victor want to learn how to play chess?

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Sure.

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Chess! The way magical people play it they have to tell the pieces what to do. Ron's set is old and battered—it used to be his grandfather's—but that's an advantage, Ron knows them so well they trust his instincts and strategy.

Not so for Victor, to whom they offer lots of confusing and at times contradictory advice: "Don't send me there, can't you see his knight? Send him, we can afford to lose him." And so on.

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Why are wizarding games always so violent.

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Maybe because magical people are durable enough that they have less strong intuitions about physical harm.

Christmas Eve comes. Christmas morning comes after. With it, a pile of presents at the foot of his bed. Ron has a similar one.

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...it had not occurred to Victor that anyone might get him Christmas presents. He blinks at the pile.

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Ron wakes up and says "Merry Christmas" sleepily.

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"Merry Christmas."

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Ron yawns and then crawls over to his pile to start opening his presents.

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Victor... sort of stares at his presents.

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Muninn flutters over to Victor's presents and starts investigating them.

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The one at the top is wrapped in thick brown paper and scrawled across it is To Victor, from Hagrid.

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He opens it.

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It's a roughly cut wooden flute. Hagrid obviously whittled it himself.

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Adorable. Next!

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A second, very small parcel contains a note.

We enclose your Christmas present. From Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. Taped to the note is a fifty-pence piece.

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