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WHO: Friends and family of Andromeda Tonks.
WHERE: House (H)Tonksgood
WHEN: Tuesday, January 17th, 7pm (or roundabouts)
WARNINGS: I'll let you know!
SUMMARY: It is Andromeda's birthday. Tonks is going to throw her mother a party.
FORMAT: consonants and vowels.

[ It is her mother's birthday. In lieu of something extravagant for a gift, Tonks has opted to have a dinner instead. Her friends have been invited.

Being a thoughtful and considerate daughter, Tonks is not making her mother cook. She is taking care of the food and the desert! No, no. Don't panic. Tonks isn't cooking. Her fingers work! She hasn't lost her voice. It's pizza for dinner!

The dinning room table is covered with an assortment of different pizzas. There's thin crust. There's handtossed. There's a pizza with everything, there's a pizza with just cheese. There are some sides such as crisps and vegetables for dipping.

For desert, there's a chocolate cake sitting on a buffet. It's iced with a gooey, chocolate fudge frosting. There are loads of candles stuck in the top, too many to possibly represent Andromeda's real age but too few to set the place on fire. If chocolate cake doesn't appeal to you, there are vanilla cupcakes with yellow frosting. Plus, there's ice cream. Drinks are varied.

And because Tonks is such a considerate daughter, there will be no cleaning up! It's plastic utensils along with paper cups and plates for all! They're yellow. They match the yellow and orange birthday decorations that adorn the interior.

Come one. Come all. It's a pizza party. ]

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The Gift Table

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[ There's a long and narrow table sitting by the front door. A large 'Happy Birthday Andromeda!' signs sits on it along with yellow and purple birthday hats. Two gifts are already present on the table. ]

Gentle nudge to Nymphadora!

[andromynous]

[You'd better believe that Andromeda is trying to casually side-eye that table without anyone figuring her out. She is wearing a purple party hat, though.]

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[ Tonks knows what you're doing Andromeda if only because she does the very same thing. ]

You have to wait!

[ What did Tonks get her mother? The two photographs that Ron gave her (http://capeandcowllogs.livejournal.com/1832061.html?thread=68183933#t68183933) have been framed. They're wrapped. Tonks also got her mum a sheer purple scarf with silver-threads shot through. ]

[andromynous]

[She considers 'but it's my birthdaaaay', but refrains.]

Do I, now? Well, if you say so.

[She grins.]

Everything is lovely, dear. Thank you.

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Yes, you do.

[ Tonks grins back. ]

I thought of everything. Did you see the forks? They're made of plastic. We can just throw them away. Isn't that clever?

[andromynous]

No clean-up. Now I know it's a well-planned party.

[Andromeda wraps her arms around her daughter in a quick hug.]

I hope you didn't strain yourself too much.

Guests at the party

[batbogeyed]

[ Ginny had been tipped off about this by Tonks. She's bringing with her a very large glass bowl, inside of which is a rhubarb crumble she made. She thought there'd be plenty of cake as it was, and besides which after all the Christmas food she'd wanted to make something different. She's also got a gift bag over her arm for Andromeda. Ginny hadn't been at all sure what to get her, but had at last opted for a pair of earrings. ]

Happy birthday, Andromeda! I hope you're having a good day.

[andromynous]

[If the wide grin on her face is any indication, she's having a very good day.]

Thank you, dear. Your dessert looks like it's a good change from the pumpkin pasties we've all been stuffing ourselves with.

[batbogeyed]

Well I hope you like it! I've not worked up to pumpkin pasties yet.

[ She sets the pie down on the table, and offers Andromeda the present. ] This is for you.

[andromynous]

I could never make them, personally.

[She takes the present with a nod, handling it carefully.]

That was very thoughtful of you, love.

[batbogeyed]

I might have a go at some point, I reckon they'd go down well here. Maybe for next Thanksgiving.

[ She thinks that's when they have all the pumpkins, anyway... ]

[andromynous]

I think that'd be a good idea.

[She tilts her head to the side.]

Are you doing all right?

Another drive-by Snaping.

[onewrongword]

[And Snape came by. Again. Perhaps expecting to see some of Andromeda's gentleman called drop by? -- No, not likely. Family affair. But a housemate and friend was rare enough and he dropped a small gift off at the table and... did as Snape was want to do; ignore most everybody.]

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Wotcher Professor Snape. Have you had a slice of pizza yet?

[ Yeah, Tonks isn't just going to let him ignore everybody. (troll) ]

[onewrongword]

No.

[With no intention of consuming that greasy slop, either.]

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I suppose if you're not eating pizza, getting you to wear a birthday hat is out of the question too?

[ You don't have to answer, Snape. It's mostly rhetorical, mostly. ]

Have you spoken to Mum yet?

[onewrongword]

Not yet.

[No pizza, no hats-- Snape defines 'party pooper'.]

[open!]

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[ Look who made it on time this once! Apparently just to hover pretty uncharacteristically somewhere in the back of the room. But he's toting a slice of the thin-crust and an unassuming stance. ]

[andromynous]

[People that she's surprised to see: Dick.

No, really -- she definitely wasn't expecting to see him again. Her dates are clearly just destined to end abruptly and awkwardly.

Does this mean her daughter invited him? Oh, maybe she knows.]

...Did Nymphadora tell you the party was at five, then?

[Apparently she's going to go for the 'awkward teasing' strategy.]

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You caught me. It was three-thirty. [ And there's a careful little smirk. She's talking to him, that's a good sign. ]

[andromynous]

I really wasn't expecting you.

[She smiles in what she's hoping isn't a completely awkward way. She knows he felt awful, she's just surprised he hadn't written off seeing her again out of some sort of silly pride or embarrassment or whatever else she thinks Wes must have felt.]

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[ And suspicions confirmed. Damnit, Tonks.

He rubs at the back of his neck, then jerks a thumb in the nebulous other direction from which he'd come. ]

...I can go, if-

Open!

[thingtwo]

[Another member of the Weasley clan is present and accounted for at the gathering. One prettily wrapped gift is firmly (still) in hand as he wanders about the party, grinning like the fool he is.]

Open!

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[ Tonks slips up behind George. There's a birthday hat in her hand and there doesn't seem to be a birthdate hat on George's head. This needs to be rectified! ]

Re: Open!

[thingtwo]

[George's knees buckle slightly in reflex at something being placed on his head- with Freddie, could easily be something explosive and all- but laughs when he figures out what it is.]

The perfect hostess, Tonks.