Albus Dumbledor sighed. Another Christmas had passed and he still hadn't gotten anything that he wanted. No matter how many times he told his friends what he wanted, they still insisted on giving him the gifts that they did which, however useful they were, he did not actually want.
He heard a knock on the door and he said, "Come in Mr. Potter," he smiled down at Harry who sat across from him. "And to what do I owe this unexpected visit?"
"I just wanted to give you your Christmas present, sir," said the second year looking around the room in awe.
"Why thank you!" Albus opened the package and smiled. Harry had taken his words that he had so casually used seriously. Rather than giving him books or something else one would expect a brilliant mind would wish for, Harry had given him five brand new pairs of socks. One pair had bright yellow and orange zig-zag stripes, one had periwinkle and teal vertical stripes, one was deep purple with green polka-dots, one was divided into four parts: Gryffindor color stripes, Ravenclaw color stripes, Slytherin color stripes, and Hufflepuff color stripes, and the fifth pair of socks was bright maroon with blue swirls. "Thank you Mr. Potter. These are exactly what I would have picked out."
"You said that everyone always buys you books rather than socks and I thought you should get something that you wanted for Christmas. Those aren't too bright are they? You'll actually wear them won't you?"
"Of course! I'm afraid to say that I didn't think to give you a present."
Harry looked around the room. He said, "You didn't have to give me a present anyway. So, other than the socks that I gave you, what did you get for Christmas this year?"
"As, usual I received books. I do enjoy reading, but even then friends don't pick out what I'd actually choose myself. I've received several biographies that are interesting, but I never get books written by my favorite author," he sighed.
"Who's your favorite author?"
"Jane Austen. I tear up every time I read Pride and Prejudice. I rather enjoy Sense and Sensibility and Jane Eyre as well," Albus sighed.
"Um, Professor? Jane Eyre wasn't written by Jane Austen."
"I know Harry, but it's still a wonderful classic romance," he sighed. "You can't beat the classics I must say."
"Yes, well, Ron and I are supposed to meet Hagrid for tea, so I'd better get going."
"Have a nice day, Harry," Albus said and Harry left his office leaving him to admire his new socks and ponder his favorite books.