Errand Gifts of Kindness in Enchanted Ramadan

Friday went pretty uneventfully. Ava was making her way to the courtyard, hoping to find Marcella, her best friend, there. Remembering how she forgot her hair band during lunch in the great hall, she made her way there. She entered and immediately noticed the obvious changes; the long tables weren't empty, they were filled with art and crafts supplies.

Her gaze went to the other table, filled with sweets, bookmarks, lanterns, pouches, tiny bracelets, and more small trinkets. Ava wondered if she could take some snacks, but dared not touch them. She might be a little bit rule-breaker, but she still has manners.

After asking around students, she got to know it's an event of gift giving, which the little seer would love to join. The first gift she would like to give was to the person who made every little moment at Hogwarts since the beginning, hopeful and delighted for her, the one who made her look forward to a new day, and they are house elves. The one who makes such delicious food that she sometimes doesn't want to go home.

Since she couldn't give them clothes or similar items, for obvious reasons, she decided to make them a snack bundle. She grabbed a tiny box, putting a tiny piece of cloth at the bottom and filling it up with chocolate frogs, sugar quills, cauldron cake, and a few savoury biscuits for a change of taste.

She closed the tiny box and tied a pink ribbon around it, making a bow. Writing a note on it in a matching pink post it note.

"For the elf who makes Hogwarts feel like home. Thank you, and please enjoy these treats."

Ava Lynn

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elf gift

Now that the elf's gift was done, Ava started working on a gift for a friend. It was a no-brainer for Ava to choose which friend to make a gift for. But choosing for her would be a bit difficult; they do spend a lot of time together, but finding or making a perfect gift is still hard.

The seer wished to use her sight, if she could, to know what her best friend would like. The Ravenclaw suddenly got an idea, why choose one perfect gift if she could give her many tiny trinkets?

First, she decided to pack a bookmark charm, her best friend, just like Ava, loves to read, and what better gift than a bookmark for such readers. She picked up a blue coloured parchment, cutting it into a long bookmark shape and started colouring it more. She used white paint by spraying tiny amounts on the corner, making it look like stars. Drawing a constellation of Taurus, hers and her best friend's zodiac. At last, attaching a tiny star charm to it.

The second thing she wanted to make was matching bracelets for both of them. Pink for herself and Blue for her bestie. The bracelets took a lot of time, but it was finished soon. She wanted to add more stuff, but she still had one more gift to make for a staff member. So she grabbed a pouch, putting both the bracelet and bookmark inside with a box of Bertie Botts' in it to bring nostalgia, writing a note on it, she put it in her sling bag for it to give to Marcella.

Somehow, a box of Bertie Bott's turned into a whole constellation of memories with you. So here's your stars on a bookmark, a bracelet to match mine, and the candies that started it all. Thank you for being my partner in this journey and my favourite surprise.

Ava Lynn

perfect for the creative one

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friend gift to @Marcella di Angelo

The Great Hall

20.03.2026

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Had a friend of Opehlia's not been told that there would be another event after the fanous-making, she wouldn't have been here. At home, they usually didn't do anything special after Ramadan, just saying "Eid Mubarak," to each other and voilà, that would be it. Therefore, she didn't expect anything special from Hogwarts either; man, had she been wrong.

Hearing about this event from her friend, she, again, wanted to participate; she didn't know what exactly was to be done, but she would do it. After reading the instructions, she found it being more difficult to make a gift for the teachers and her fellow students thatn for the elves; maybe that was because she would also rather not being gifted clothing. She knew that was probably not the case here, since the reason of not giving elves clothes was much more complicated than 'not liking it'.

Sitting down at the crafts table, she grabbed a blue colored parchment, blue ribbon, tape, and some snacks. She taped the snackboxes of chocolate frogs, cauldron cake, marshmallow biscuit, and chocolateball together, and then put them in the middle of the blue parchment.

She folded each side of the parchment on the snackboxes, making sure they were secure inside the folded parchment. Then she folded the bottom part of the parchment. She then secured the whole bouquet with the blue ribbon.

She then repeated the same process three more times with different colors. At the end, she had four bouquets with the colors of blue, orange, purple, and green. Ophelia then took four smaller parchments and wrote a note on each of them, the color of the pen matching each bouquet.

Thank you for everything you do at Hogwarts. Your kindness means so much. Enjoy this small treat!

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Now that she was done with that, she wanted to begin with the gifts for the teachers and a friend. She grabbed three more small parchments. Thinking of making a gift for @Saphira Moll, she thought of making her some handmade bookmarks. Taking a pastel purple marker in her hand, she colored the parchment that color, then, grabbing a darker shade of purple, she wrote:

A reader lives a thousand lives

Ophelia took a black pen and doodled some books on top of each other at the bottom of the bookmark. She then colored in the books' covers with different-colored markers, such as lilac, violet, and pink; she wanted the books' colors to match the bookmark's original colors.

Ophelia knew that Saphira liked to read, but she wasn't sure how many books she read at the same time. For that reason, she had grabbed three parchments so that she could make her three bookmarks.

Beginning with the second bookmark, she drew a cat's paw that covered half of its length, and then its metacarpal pad and digital pads. When she finished drawing those, she colored the cat's fur black and the pads pastel pink. Above it, she wrote:

You Pawsed Here

She decided to keep the last bookmark simple. In the middle of the small parchment, she wrote:

A Book A Day, Keeps Reality Away

And at last added some black stars above and under that text. For all she knew, she was finished with making the gifts for her friend, so now it was a gift for a teacher's turn.

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She wanted to make each teacher of hers a gift, but she was already exhausted, so she just decided to make four of two different gifts and randomly choose which to give to her teachers. Ophelia took eight small papers and made them look like small flower bouquets.

She grabbed eight chocolateballs and put two in four of the bouquets. Then, she proceeded to make the small flowers. She grabbed smaller colored parchments in the colors pink, orange, and purple, and rolled them to somewhat resemble roses. Then she wrapped a green parchment of the same size around each of them, soon having 12 paper flowers. She put three paper flowers in each of the four bouquets that were left empty.

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Ophelia put the bookmarks in her bag so that she could give them to Saphira when they next met, since she couldn't find her in the Great Hall. The snack bouquets for the elves were left on a table for them to find.

She planned to give the teachers their gifts when she met them again in class, so those were also put in her bag securely. It was difficult to choose who received which bouquet, but Ophelia decided to randomly take out one of the bouquets and give them to the teachers.

She knew the gifts were small, but she hoped everyone liked what they received.

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Saphira Moll




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Teachers Tag:
@Katherine Townsend ; @Lesmana Asmaralaya ; @Makaio Kāne ; @Orion Lécuyer ; @June Rotanski ; @Rigel McCoire ; @Iris Jurema ; @Ruckus Weems

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Dido lay asleep, in bed, tossing and turning as she thought about her most recent Transfiguration lesson, which had gone disastrously. Well, not disastrously, but her aptitude at spells was still leagues behind her love and passion for the other elements of the first year curriculum, like Potions and Herbology and even Quidditch. Everytime she tried to get to sleep, she thought more about her failings and that Gryffindor who kept on beating her in class. But she suddenly had a thought that roused her from her spiralling thoughts. The gifts for Eid!

Teacher Gift - 271 words

Dido woke up early the next morning with the plan to make her presents before breakfast. She decided to start with Professor Jurema, whom she, and many other students, had been able to help with the wild bouncing bulbs back at the beginning of the month. Dido thought, for a decent while, trying to work out what sort of gift would be good but also of value to a Hogwarts Professor who, effectively, didn’t need anything there. She grinned when an idea came to her.

Quickly, Dido rushed to the Great Hall where she found some coloured fabric and felt on the table. She pulled out a needle and thread which she may or may not have taken from the “Match to Needle” lesson in Transfiguration. Without what one may call great “presicion”, Dido began stitching two circles of pinky-purply fabric together before stuffing them with stuffing. She then sewed the hole closed and attached some green ribbons to act as leaves. She looked at the hand-sewn Bouncing Bulb but felt that something was missing. Dido dug around in her bag for a few seconds before grinning when she took out three, quite thick, mechanical pencils. Sticking her tongue out in concentration, Dido unscrewed the pencils, taking out the three small springs. Smiling in anticipation, Dido swiftly sewed the ends of the springs into the bulb’s base.

To test it, Dido pressed it down on the table before letting go and… whoosh! Up it bounced!

Dido quickly scrawled a thank you note, wrapped the bulb up in parcel paper before rushing to the staff cubby-holes (if those exist!) to leave it for Professor @Iris Jurema.

House Elf Gift - 293 words

Dido pondered how to thank the House Elves for all their hard work for a while before eventually coming to the conclusion that sweets were always a good idea. Dido began to gather together a large assortment: “Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum” from the Slytherin Sweet Jar, toffees and chocolate coated raisins from the stash her mother had sent Dido and many many more from the Great Hall, where several other students were doing the same thing. She grabbed some of the colourful wrapping paper, separating the sweets into about eight or nine packs of five sweets before wrestling with the paper, some scissors, the sweets and the tape in order to place them all into one sweet not-so-little package.

After the ordeal of the wrapping, Dido returned to her dormitory and began to write a note to go along with the package of sweets. However, she stopped suddenly when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw her dorm-mate’s printed and signed photo of a Quidditch star, swaying gentle as it hung from the wall. Dido beamed, suddenly excited by a potential gift and rushed to her desk to begin pulling open the drawers, searching for something.

When she eventually found it, Dido pulled out a large leaflet. It was the Calendar of Quidditch Matches she had bought herself back in Diagon Alley. She pushed the calendar into the sweet package before returning to the note. She added at the bottom, “PS: I’ve also included the calendar of Quidditch Matches and have highlighted some particularly fun looking ones which I really want to watch. If you ever get a moment or want to do something, please come along to one of these- they’re great fun. We can’t wait to see you there!”

Friend Gift - 266 words

The gift for Dido’s friends took the longest, by a long way. She very quickly worked out what she wanted to do for them, but it was the execution that was the hard part. Dido first had to find a balloon. To be fair, it didn’t take a huge deal of looking as, after only ten minutes of asking round the common room, a third year supplied a large, red, balloon which was perfect for what Dido needed.

After checking the balloon could be blown up, Dido sat at her desk and began writing. For a while. A really long while. In only just readable, tiny handwriting, Dido scrawled small little compliments and statements of gratitude, all for various little favours and kindnesses her fellow dorm-mates had done, onto a piece of paper. She then cut that paper up into tiny pieces so that each phrase was on its own piece. Next, with much difficulty, Dido pushed the papers into the balloon before blowing it up and tying the end off. She then positioned it hanging from the ceiling in their dorm. Finally, Dido attached the same needle from earlier to a pencil and then to a string on a pulley-style system, letting the other end hang by the door.

Underneath the string, she added the note that her dorm-mate should pull the string. Dido knew that this would mean that the balloon would pop, messages of thanks and joy would fly everywhere throughout the room and, with any luck, they would be spread out enough that they would be finding the papers months from then.

The young Ravenclaw roamed around the courtyard, bored out of her mind. I wonder where Ava is, she thought. Marcella had gone up to her dorm a few minutes ago, searching for her best friend. But she wasn't there. Marcella had walked all the way around their usual spots searching for her. Maybe...I should check the Great Hall! Marcella rushed to the Great Hall. But what she didn't expect was the sight that greeted the raven girl when she entered.

The Great Hall, it seemed, had been rearranged for an occasion. On one side, tables were covered with arts and crafts supplies. From colored parchment, ribbons, beads, and bits of fabric. On the other side, tables displayed a range of ready-made items, including sweets, quills, bookmarks, little lanterns, and other such small tokens. Marcella sat on the seat closest to the entrance. She asked a Hufflepuff next to her about the arrangement, and she got to know that the students were to make gifts for the elves, their teachers, and their friends. Marcella looked around to see whether Ava was there.

After a few minutes of looking around, she spotted her further away from where she was seated. She seemed to be busy making her gifts. Marcella quickly went around the table collecting all the materials she needed to make her gift.

She took some pretty paper, and made it into a simple paper gift bag. She put chocolate frogs, sugar quills and a pack of 3 packs of m&ms her aunt had owled her. She also kept some ginger biscuits and cassava chips in the gift bag. After filling the bag with mouthwatering delights. She tied it up into a bow with black baby ribbon. To that she tied a note that said;



She left it on a table so a house elf would be able to get it.

Do you ever feel like a misfit?
✪ Everything inside you is dark and twisted ✪

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Reducio Gifts: Friend - Paper flower bouquet House Elves - a gift bag of candy Professor - Handmade card

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The more of the events she attended, the more Poppy was really starting to get into the celebrations. There was no longer internal debate over whether she would attend the activities set out. Through the experiences she'd had thus far, the little girl had come to her own conclusion on the matter.

It was a time for friendship and joy, not a time to worry about something her parents would never find out about anyway. She didn't plan to tell them and didn't think that Emil planned to either. Rather than spend the late afternoon stewing in her dorm alone (she knew where everyone else was headed), or watching with longing-filled eyes from the doorway, telling herself she wanted no part, the 12-year-old allowed herself to walk into the Great Hall with some amount of confidence and good company.

From the very first, she'd been showing up with her dormmates. With things coming to a close, it only made sense that she would accompany them once more. No stammering protests, no excuses, just an eagerness to see what was in store.

The Great Hall was as busy as all the other times. The craft table was no longer a stranger to her. It was with ease that she drifted over, settling down in one of the empty seats. She'd heard what they were doing today. Gifts. While she still worked on her relationships within the castle, the young girl already knew a few people she wouldn't mind handing something sincere to.

She would make something for one of her dormmates first. Poppy was still trying to figure out whether they'd crossed the threshold into being friends yet, but until then, she didn't mind a potential lack of reciprocation.

She grabbed a few sheets of coloured paper in varying shades of pink and red. Her sister Rowan had taught her how to fold paper flowers, and what could be better than a bouquet that wouldn't die? Poppy worked diligently, bending and folding, tucking, and glueing. Soon, her bouquet took shape. For the final touches, she added a bit of glitter to the tips of the crafted petals, compliments of the glitter glue someone had just put down.

When she was satisfied, she held the bouquet at a distance to take a good look and found a smile slowly creeping onto her face. It was a feeling of pride, one she was gradually developing in her own work.

Perfect.

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One gift down, Poppy now considered the hardest workers within the castle. She didn't see them very often, hearing more about them than anything else. What she heard left her awed and grateful. Most of what she knew came from her housemates. When she'd first arrived at the school, she'd often wondered where her dirty laundry went and how it came back clean. Knowing that food didn't magically appear out of nowhere – rather, having learned that from transfiguration class – the girl had also wondered about the massive meals she'd been enjoying day in and day out.

Persephone was no stranger to hard work. Everyone had to pull their weight on the farm and then some. That seemed so small when compared to keeping an entire castle going. Just the cleaning would exhaust her.

Were the elves tired? Were there enough people who told them how much they appreciated them and how grateful they were for their service? She didn't know. What she did know was that she could get them something, and she could make sure they knew that at least one student was blown away by everything they did.

With her bouquet in hand, Poppy drifted over to the table of ready-made gifts.

"Shopping" for elves would be hard. Outside of the fact that they cleaned and cooked, Poppy didn't reckon she knew much of anything about them. What did they like? Were any gifts considered rude? The last thing the girl wanted to do was offend them.

Candy...was probably safe?

Poppy grabbed herself a small, shiny gift bag and moved along the table. Chocolate bars were always a winner. She scooped up a few of those before reaching next for the cauldron cakes. Wizarding candy was a thing of wonder. She was still doing a lot of exploration herself, mostly with things others had offered, but she was becoming quite the fan and hoped the elves would be, too.

Oh! Drooble's Best Blowing Gum. They might like that. She certainly did.

And so she went, scooping and taking much delight in doing so until the bag could hold no more. Only then did she decide it was enough for the elves.

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With the gift bag full, Poppy circled the table again. She was looking for something she might find worth handing to her professor. Many of them had been lovely and funny, and they had helped her through many of her apprehensions. Getting something for one of them seemed like exactly the call.

Unfortunately, even after a second circle, nothing had caught her eye.

Back to the craft's table then. Poppy wasn't disappointed. Even while she'd scanned the gifts table, an idea had already begun forming in her mind. Rather than a bookmark or some other trinket, why not a heartfelt card? She could decorate it to the nines to ensure all her truest sentiments were passed along. Personal gifts were probably better for such an occasion anyway.

This time, she gathered herself some blue and green coloured paper. The blue would be her base, while she cut neat shapes out of the green. There were stars, clouds, a sun and a moon. She carved little birds, small flowers, and soon an entire scene transformed.

Poppy pasted them with great care, organising them with thoughtful placement. Then came time for the message.

It took the little girl a moment to decide what she wanted to say. It had to be meaningful but not overdone, subtle but still sincere. She tickled her chin with the feather of her quill, lost in thought for several minutes. It was always the hardest part, wasn't it? Knowing what to say was a special talent that Poppy had never possessed.

One word came. Just one, but writing it triggered another and another until finally full sentences flowed from the ink at the tip of her quill.

There.

Now to deliver. Poppy walked first to the table designated for the gifts to the elves and placed her gift bag full of candy on it. Next, she turned to face the Great Hall again, scanning for the dormmate she'd made the paper bouquet for. The girl was still back at the crafts table, poring over her own card when Poppy approached. To say her 'friend' was surprised would've been an understatement. They'd sat shoulder to shoulder working, but not once had she dared assume the gift was for her.

It made Persephone happy to see the genuine joy creep onto her face.

The only thing left was the card for the professor. Poppy held onto it for the moment, determining that she would deliver it herself by hand during the feast later in the evening.

Word Count: 417

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Gift for the House-Elves

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Part 1 of Gifts of Kindness Errand

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Skylar looks around in wonder at the bustling Great Hall. Students and staff alike fill the hall, moving around with colorful presents and notes in their hands.

Carefully, she weaves through the crowd as she makes up her mind on what to make. The Enchanted Ramadan is finally coming to an end, and Skylar wants to make this last event special. What better way to celebrate the community than giving gifts to those you appreciate?

Sitting down at an empty space, Skylar begins to gather supplies for her crafting. She plans to make three gifts: One for the ever loyal house elves, one for her dear friend Mikaela Hendricks, and one for her favorite Professor, Kitty Townsend (as she likes to be referred).

Humming to herself, Skylar begins cutting away at the colorful papers spread before her. The first one she is making is for the hardworking house elves of Hogwarts. She interacted with them a few times and they all seem incredibly friendly and dedicated to their job. The house elves would also offer some extra food to Skylar whenever she passes by the kitchen. After all, her appetite is quite well known by those who are around her. She also makes little effort to hide her hunger, so anyone with eyes could see how fast she inhales her plate.

Skylar's hands move with care as she arranges the pieces of paper. She plans on making a thank-you card that was food themed. Perhaps even have a pop-up cake in the center for some extra flare. Her face scrunches in concentration as she carefully glues together the pieces. Once she was happy with the result, she takes a blue marker and writes with neat handwriting:

Dear elves,

I do not know which one of you will receive this, but I want you all to know that I appreciate everything you guys do. From the food you make to the cleaning of our rooms, I am grateful for the help you guys give to us. I hope this card finds you well, and I hope you all have a wonderful day.

Sincerely, Skylar

Skylar caps the marker and proudly holds up her card. Sealing it in an envelope, she puts it to the side so that the house elves can collect it later. Smiling to herself, Skylar continues to make the other two presents for those she appreciates. Making gifts makes her... lighter, somehow. The thought of making something for someone else brings indescribable joy to Skylar.

Finishing up her presents, Skylar carefully puts away her presents, leaving the one for the house elves on the table. She plans to give the other two in person. Bidding goodbye to her surrounding companions, Skylar takes her leave quickly. Excitement fills her as she makes her way through the hall, the warm atmosphere making her giddy with happiness and the spirit of giving.

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gift for staff

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Now the only gift the seer was left to make was a staff. Ava wasn't sure who she should choose. She could either give one to their head of house or it could be one of her favourite subjects' professors. She has never actually personally talked to anyone.

As she was brainstorming, she noticed Marcella down the table; she looked like she was preparing a gift as well. She smiled, knowing later in the day, the seer would send her the gifts she made for her, her best friend. She didn't want to disturb her but made a mental note to go greet her after she was done with making her gifts.

She finally decided to make a gift for her Head of House, Jessamine Lancaster. Ava has never met her, but this could be a nice way to appreciate her for taking care of her house. She doesn't know her well, but what could go wrong with a hearfelt card and some sweets, right?

She took some brown papers and drew a tiny eagle doodle while writing in her neatest and most beautiful handwriting.

Dear Ms Lancaster, @Jessamine Lancaster

I haven't really met you yet, but I have heard a lot about you from older students. You too must not have heard about me. I am Ava, from first year. Since there are a lot of Ravenclaws, I get it would be hard for you to remember all of our names, so I won't mind if you did forget mine as well. But I just want to thank you for all the effort you put in to welcome us and take care of our house. I also promise to make sure to help our house to win the house cup this year!

Thank you!

Ava Lynn.

Ava grabbed some cauldron cakes and chocolate frogs, wrapping them with the letter and leaving them with her name on it. Now that she was done with all the gifts, she made her way to Marcella, tapping her on the shoulder and letting her know she would wait for her in the dorm. Saying farewell, she made her way to her dorm, contented.