As Christmas drew closer, the joy of the coming holiday filled the entire castle.
Most students would be going home to reunite with their families for Christmas. Fewer than twenty students in the whole school had put their names on Professor McGonagall's list to stay behind.
Many first-year witches and wizards had never been away from home for so long, and quite a few were too excited to sleep all night.
Roy was fairly calm about it. He usually had little academic pressure, and every two or three weeks, he secretly Apparated back to the orphanage. He was not overly thrilled by the approaching holiday.
Still, being able to rest properly for a while was always a good thing. Progress on the Power Exoskeleton had just been significant, and the only thing troubling Roy now was what Christmas gifts to give his classmates and teachers.
Roy was not short on money at all. He had made a fortune selling Auto Chess lately, and Dumbledore had even helped him open a vault at Gringotts, number 666. Once, when he had secretly Apparated out of school, he stopped by Diagon Alley to look at his assets. The Galleons in his vault were now piled into several small hills, probably several thousand in total.
As for gifts, if Roy wanted to, he could easily leave school with money in hand and go on a shopping spree in Diagon Alley, picking out some very presentable items.
But he always felt that bought gifts were less meaningful than things made by hand. The question of what he could make became a new problem.
After much consideration, Roy decided to give the Little Beehive Smoke Drones used during the Quidditch match as Christmas gifts to every student in the school. He had prepared one for each