"Thinking of bonding gifts already?" She really was witty. "I suppose this isn’t exactly an object, but growing up there was this little inn by my house. A lot like the Leaky Cauldron, I suppose. There was a little sitting room with books left by everyone who had ever stayed there. It was magical; I used to dream of running my own inn one day." Her eyes drifted far off. "But I know that’s not something one can really