CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
BIRTHDAY CELEBRATIONS
Saturday 25th April 1998
Rowan's nose tickled. She scrunched it up, feeling consciousness seep through, the darks of her eyelids glowing shades of gold and yellow. A groan slipped past her lips and she was scrunching her eyes shut tighter, desperately trying to chase the last winks of sleep she knew she was still capable of. Something tickled against her nose again.
"Leave me alone," Rowan whined, tucking an arm under her pillow to yank it closer to her face, shoving herself against it, her other arm weakly swatting the air towards the invader. "Go away."
She faintly heard a snicker. Rowan kicked her legs under the duvet, like a five-year-old would stomp their feet after not getting their own way.
"Seriously..." She warned.
The duvet was yanked off of her body. Rowan felt her blood boil, her fists clenching as she whirled around, ready to bite the head off of Pansy Parkinson for trying to wake her up too early yet again—
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
Rowan's heart leapt out of her chest, dark eyes widening, her entire body freezing. She nearly fell off the other side of the mattress, holding a hand over her heart as she glared at the laughing faces of Pansy, Blaise, and Draco. Blaise wore a party hat that Rowan thought she had seen at the last Slytherin party, and his wand had charmed confetti to burst all over her.
Rowan sat atop of her bed, blinking as shades of pink, green, red, yellow, and blue fluttered all around her, landing in her hair, over the sheets and the surrounding floor.
"Are you three serious?" Unimpressed may have been an understatement.
"You're lucky," Draco remarked dryly, "Blaise was going to use a spell that expelled glitter rather than... What would you call this?" He plucked a pink piece from her dark hair and pulled a strange face.
"Confetti." Pansy rolled her eyes. "Do you see who I have had to deal with setting this up?"
Only then did Rowan realise that the dormitory had been decked out in birthday decorations. Banners streamed across the mirrors that read "HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY ROWAN", balloons were tied to her bedposts, streamers covering the windows where the dim Black Lake shone through.
The initial panic she was still hoarding began to wear away and the annoyance of being disturbed from her slumber diminished. Rowan smiled, and nearly laughed when she realised that Daphne, Tracey, and Millicent were nowhere to be seen— Pansy must have paid them to leave early.
"Thank you guys," she said, reaching out and squeezing Pansy's hand. "This is lovely."
"I've never seen somebody switch personalities so quickly," Blaise stated, and then nudged Draco's side. "Just a show of what is to come, mate."
Rowan reached out and kicked him from the comfort of her bed. He groaned and curled his leg up into his chest, smoothing his hands over his trouser-clad knee.
"Fuck, Rowan!" Blaise hissed, "That bloody hurt."
"Don't say nasty things if you don't want nasty reactions."
Draco smirked, sitting down on the bed beside her and pressing a kiss to the side of her head. "Anyway," he dismissed his best friend and girlfriend glaring at one another. "I was hoping that you would like to join me later in Hogsmeade."
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