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Chapter 37 - One Hell of a Birthday

Not a single person in 12, Grimmauld Place is safe that day from the wrath of the three young adults–even Lupin and Black, whom they greatly admire–especially Y/n–are subject to many different hair makeovers and Colloshoe hexes.

"Anteoculatia!" Y/n flicks her wand around another corner, hitting Remus square in the chest and causing his hair to rather rapidly change into a set of large, protruding antlers.

"Magnificent work," the man says after recovering shortly, gazing at himself in one of the hallway's mirrors. He pokes at one of the prongs with his fingertips carefully and admiringly. "I'd say I look twice as good as James did, hey, Sirius?"

The man beside him shakes his head, his face a mixture of emotions as he looks first as though he might cry, and then laugh, and finally settling on a chuckle and an amused look as he stares at Remus. Waiting not long for him to do or say anything else, Y/n heads back down the stairs to the twins on the third floor, where they sit preparing a pair of Ears for the meeting in just a few hours.

"Got them nearly done?" She asks, leaning on the doorframe.

"Nearly," George says.

"Sounds like you got Professor Lupin up there, hey?" Fred says, smiling at her.

"Yeah," she says. "He doesn't look half bad with antlers for hair."

They share a laugh, and Y/n sits down across from them on Fred's bed.

"I think we've got a pretty good guess what they're going to be talking about tonight," she says.

"Yeah?" Fred says, fiddling with the string and pulling it taut and slack in his hand.

"Rescuing Harry," she continues. "Or at least about the letter that he sent. I mean, that's actually pretty serious." She picks at an old scab on her arm, from a day spent duelling earlier that summer that ended in more than a few cuts. "I'm probably not even going to get a cake..." She mumbles, letting her arm fall to her side again.

"We'll make you a cake, if anything," George assures her. He looks up from where he sits and drops his section of string.

"We've got presents and everything," Fred adds. "We don't need them to celebrate."

"At least Professor Lupin would be nice," she says absentmindedly, gazing at the floorboards.

"Hey," Fred says, sharply snapping his fingers a few times. "You're gonna have a good time, whether it's three of us, or all of us. I solemnly swear."

"That it won't be no good?" Y/n says, smiling at him.

"Never say that again," George cringes.

"What he said, but sure," Fred shrugs. "It won't be no good."

"Well...thank you," Y/n says. "It's nice to know you were able to get me some kind of gift. Not that I would care either way. It's just that that's a lot of effort for being stuck in a house."

"We have our ways," Fred says, winking at her.

The irritated voice of their mother calls for George from below, and they know that she's certainly found the frogs he hid in the kitchen cupboard. Getting up with a sigh, a chuckle, and a shake of his head, he glances at them once and heads out of the room, knowingly shutting the door before his footsteps go stomping down the carpeted stairs. It takes all Y/n has in her not to jump Fred, really, and she fiddles with her wand for a moment after his brother has left. Fred finishes the checks and adjustments, and then leaning across the bed to his right, he sets the Extendable Ears on the side table before sitting back again and staring across at her.