August | Hermione Granger x OFC

Chapter Twenty

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31st of January 1993

"Three, two, one," was whispered, then, "Happy birthday, Robyn!" was yelled at her as she was ripped from her dreams.

"Oh, come on! It's Sunday!" Robyn groaned and rolled around dramatically in her bed.

"It's your birthday!" Olivia shot back.

"Well, your present to me can be a lie in. Night, night," her voice was muffled as she spoke into her pillow.

"It's not night-time, Silly," Luna said softly. Robyn rolled her eyes, while they were still shut, if that's possible.

"We already got you presents, Rosie. We can't give you more. People might think we like you, or something mad," Willow added.

"Ugh, fine! Go on then. Give me presents." She moved to lie on her back and simply held her arms out, waiting.

"Oof!" she grunted as something was thrown heavily onto her stomach.

"That's what you get, Cheeky," Willow cackled. "Can't wait to give you your birthday bumps," she grinned evilly.

"That's literally the most Willow thing you could say."

"Thanks!"

"Not a compliment."

"Well, that's the most Robyn thing you could say," Willow retorted. "Now, up and at 'em. Let's go!"

Robyn picked up the package that had been slammed onto her stomach and sat up. She ripped open the wrapping which revealed it to be—

"'The Adventures of Tintin: Volume One', what's this?"

"It's a comic book! Say 'thank you, Luna'," Willow instructed her patronisingly.

"You got me this, Luna?" Robyn smiled.

"Yes," the girl nodded, "my daddy found it. It's a Muggle story."

"Well, thank you!"

"My turn!" Lana grinned and held out a green stuffed animal which Robyn took gratefully.

She gasped, "Is this...?" she trailed off, not completely sure. She had only heard descriptions, after all.

"Yoshi!" Lana squealed.

"He's just like how you described! Thanks!" she beamed at the girl who nodded back at her.

"Okay, my turn now," Willow spoke loudly. She held out a package that was a similar shape to the one Luna had given her.

"'The Merchant of Venice' by William Shakespeare? Have I heard that name before?" Robyn wondered aloud as she unwrapped the present.

"Yep! Remember when I told you off—"

"Which time?" Olivia interjected cheekily.

"That one time at breakfast," Willow supplied. Robyn nodded sheepishly. "Well, I told you 'Words are but wind,' – Shakespeare said that. And it's simply a tragedy you don't know him. So, here we are. 'The Merchant of Venice'. It's about prejudice and intolerance," she gave Robyn a knowing look, "law, mercy, revenge, and more. I think you'll like it."

Robyn looked at the cover for a few moments then looked up and said, "Thank you," sincerely.

"Of course."

Robyn looked to Olivia, then, "Best for last, Liv?" she asked.

"Obviously. Here!" the girl grinned and held out what looked like a notebook, but there wasn't writing inside of it. Instead, there were drawings, similar to the one she had received at Yule. There were drawings of the five of them, Hogwarts Castle, an array of magical creatures – several Kneazles, since Robyn had told the girl that she always wanted to adopt one, and some other arbitrary things, like the Ravenclaw House crest and the Hogwarts Express. She had even done one of Lady and Tramp from the film so Robyn could see what they looked like,