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[OPEN] They say it's your birthday || We're gonna have a good time!

WHO: Most of the HP cast and ANYONE WHO IS FRIENDS WITH HARRY
WHERE: Potterbase (née Moonybase)
WHEN: TODAY, 7/31/11
WARNINGS: Parents being shmoopy
SUMMARY: IT'S HARRY POTTER'S BIRTHDAY Y'ALL!
FORMAT: Any!

The afternoon was sunny with a pleasant breeze. A tent had gone up in the yard, and each of the main rooms of the house were decorated along the theme of a garden paradise. Enchanted leis and large straw hats were there for the taking, and various wizarding games had been laid out: exploding snap, a chessboard whose pieces currently looked rather board, Pin The Nose On Voldemort (with a variety of comedic noses to choose from). there was a table, already piled high with gifts but with plenty of room for more.

Food had been made and set out, and meltless charms had been cast on all of the icecream. There were wo big bowls of punch. One of them is charmed to be spike-free, the other...well. It may eventually dissolve the bowl and the table beneath it.

All that is missing is YOU!

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James is, apparently, charming up some red and gold streamers for the walls. Whatever, island paradise, his son's a Gryffindor, alright? He's also got plans for fireworks later in the evening -- it is not a proper Potter party without fireworks. He might be sneaking some food from the bowls -- nothing that will be missed, crisps and the like. What? Decorating for an epic Potter party is hard work.

"Oi, Prongs! Don't eat all the crisps, they're for Harry," Sirius says, stuffing some into his mouth on his way by.

"You try and fix these bloody streamers without wanting some sustenance." James replies, and gives Sirius a friendly shove as he passes. "I'd even eat floor pie if there was any. Besides, we've got loads of crisps."

"True true. Got to keep your strength up." Sirius responds by shoving the rest of his handful at James's face. Helpfully.

"Exactly." James shoves him again, aiming to push him on the floor. "Oi, I'm going to make you clean that!"

If Sirius is going down, you're coming down with him.

"Really? You seem to be quite bent on the idea of licking it all up yourself! Greedy bastard."

Which of course is Sirius's explanation for why James is also on the ground, crouched over the fallen crisps. It couldn't possibly have anything to do with Sirius's hand on James's head.

Certainly not! That would just be silly.

James flails a little, laughing, and attempts to wrestle Sirius to the ground. "Not if I make you do it first!"

And thus was Harry Potter's birthday celebration official christened, by his father and godfather doing their level best to sweep the floor with each others' faces. In the time-honored tradition.

Sirius eventually solved the problem by turning into Padfoot, eating the fallen crisps, and sitting on James's foot.

It is a long-standing tradition, indeed. Potter celebrations must always be christened in this manner. So it has been since the grand year of 1971.

James promptly sat down and proceeded to give Padfoot scritches, so -- all is well in the house of Potter, presumably.

Lily sneaks up behind her husband, wraps her arms around his waist, and gives him a kiss on the cheek. "Happy Harry day, love."

She's been busy all morning, finding a cake and buying food for the party. Nevermind that really, her son would be turning one back home (which is, to be honest, a bit weird and it's taking a bit of time for her to reconcile to two birthdays in her mind). She's going to throw her son the best birthday party she possibly can.

"Mm, happy Harry day.". He leans back against Lily and gives her a kiss in return.

James and Sirius have been busy, too, of course. They've spent all morning decorating for the party and charming all sorts of spectacular fireworks. These streamers are just the finishing touches. James is determined that his son will have the best birthday he possibly can.

"I see you and Sirius have been busy." She grins at him. She can't not have a giant smile on her face, because this is one of the things she'd always dreamed about being able to do. "I think he'll love it."

"Of course! Fireworks are ready and waiting in the backyard." He grins back and pulls her close for another kiss with some of that handy streamer-stuff.

"I hope he does," he adds, a little nervously. "Is Hedwig somewhere she won't get stepped on?"

"Of course there's fireworks. I can't wait to see what the two of you come up with. As long as no one gets hurt, of course." Lily is more than happy to be pulled close to him. Being close to James in, in her mind, always a good thing (unless he smells bad, anyway).

"Hedwig is safely upstairs, probably jumping all over everything in sight."

"Pfff, these will be perfectly safe," James reassures her, nuzzling a bit.

"As long as she doesn't decide to attack the bed or anything, we should be alright."

"Perfectly safe? If you say so. I trust you." Lily nuzzles back. Sure, there are still things to do around the house and for the party, but most of it is done, and she's happy just to be close to the father of the birthday boy for the moment.

"I put cushioning charms around everything, so she can bounce around to her heart's content up there." She grins.

"You should, Sirius and I worked on them for ages." Of course there are. But nearly all the decorating's done, surely they deserve a bit of a break, right?

"Lovely! I do like coming back to an undestroyed bedroom."

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markofawitch.livejournal.com - 2011-08-09 01:50 (UTC) - Expand

Tonks grinned at James as she prepared herself a drink. "Harry's going to love his gift." Was that a warning? Yes, yes it was.

"Do I want to know what you gave him? Because if it requires another prank war, I promise you, I am prepared." James fixes her with a serious look, and might just flick his wand over Tonks' way to make some streamers land on her head.

With one hand, she reached up and arranged the streamers so that they were arranged more artfully on her head. Tonks wasn't even bothered. "Oh, you'll see." She took a sip of her drink. Tonks was going to teach James, one way or another, that it was very wrong to call her Nympahdora.

"I'm sure I will." He makes a terribly mature face at her and continues with his streamer-hanging work, and grabs another handful of crisps.

"There's a pile of presents, over there," he says, and waves to a table. "If you haven't put it down yet."

"I put his gifts with the rest of the pile. I almost caused an avalanche though but I managed to narrow divert the disaster." She was eagerly awaiting Harry's reaction to Tonks' gift. Tonks thought he'd be amused at least.

"Good, I've just gotten the whole rest of the room straightened out." He grins and shakes a finger at her. "So be careful, or I might have to put you in your own room full of pillows."

"I don't know who you think you're talking to but I think I'm offended. Room full if pillows indeed." She stuck her tongue out at James. Tonks was oh so mature.

"Well, we have got a bouncy room so Hedwig doesn't destroy anything tonight," James tells her, smirking. "I don't think she'd mind company."

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