Ch.61~ Candles.

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"Its your birthday. 

23. 

w̶e̶ ̶n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶s̶h̶a̶r̶e̶d̶ ̶a̶ ̶b̶i̶r̶t̶h̶d̶a̶y̶ ̶t̶o̶g̶e̶t̶h̶e̶r̶,̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶r̶e̶a̶l̶l̶y̶

H̶o̶p̶e̶ ̶i̶t̶s̶ ̶a̶ ̶g̶o̶o̶d̶ ̶o̶n̶e̶.̶

N̶o̶,̶ ̶i̶ ̶h̶o̶p̶e̶ ̶i̶t̶s̶ ̶s̶h̶i̶t̶t̶y̶.̶


Happy birthday, Brookie."

Translated Undelivered Correspondents between Death Eater Mattheo Riddle, To Order Member, Alexandra Brooks, 2003.


Hogwarts, 1997.

Mattheo.


"Three... two....one!"

"Happy birthday you twit!"

Theo was always the loudest, even when he tried not to be. 

But given the amount of drinks we've had, I'm sure that wasn't hard. 

I finished the last of my drink as I watched Blaise tackle Enzo to the ground and give him his "Birthday punches."

Children. 

But, I was next. 

"Come on, everyone! Enzo's not getting older unless we help him count!" Theo shouted, tossing his arms in the air like a conductor leading an off-key orchestra.

"Just let him be a child forever!" Blaise yelled  back, still perched on Enzo's back. "Merlin knows he doesn't have the brains to be an adult!" Enzo squirmed beneath Blaise, simultaneously laughing and pretending to be upset.

Theo and Blaise were inseparable goofballs, in the way that fed off each others jokes , always egging the madness on. 

"Alright, alright!" Enzo finally managed to wriggle free, pushing Blaise off him as he got to his feet. "Enough!"

"Not happening!" Theo chimed in, a grin plastered across his face. 

Draco, who had been sitting in the corner nursing his drink and observing the madness with a smirk, rolled his eyes. 

"Can we just have the bloody cake already? I'm drunk and tired." he finally spoke up, for some reason he refused to ever hit his cousin, unless he truly deserved it. He always said growing older is his family was worse than any amount of punches. 

"Alright, alright, you heard him!" Enzo whined, though a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "I have cake to eat!"

Theo took the initiative again, bolting out of the room to retrieve the cake. Blaise followed closely, likely hoping to snag a piece for himself.

Draco leaned closer to me, his voice low and playful. "Watch this. If Theo manages to set the cake on fire, you owe me twenty galleons."

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