A Very Weasley Birthday Party

[batbogeyed]

WHO: Ron Weasley, anyone who lives at the Trollburrow, and *Open to any of Ron's friends who'd like to make an appearance!
WHERE: The Trollburrow
WHEN: Evening of Thursday 1 March
WARNINGS: None. Well, possible pranks and things. Weasley Warnings.
SUMMARY: It's Ron's birthday and we're having a party!
FORMAT: However you like.

Not even a week has passed since Ron Weasley had been found sleeping on a spaceship, where he'd been hidden for weeks while a Skrull ran around wearing his face. Now that Skrull, along with all its friends, is gone, and the whole City is still feeling the aftershocks of that event.

But that doesn't matter tonight. That's because it's Ron Weasley's birthday, and in all fairness he'd be getting a party anyway. But after the week he's had, he definitely deserves one. Fred, George and Ginny have fitted out the Trollburrow for the occasion, and all of Ron's friends have been invited.

A huge space has been cleared in the main room, and there's a table with all sorts of cakes, buns, cookies, ice-cream, and fizzy drinks. Across from it is another table where presents can go, and there's music playing from somewhere that's not quite clear. Some very friendly balloons are floating around the place, and will loudly sing Happy Birthday on request. Or if you get too near. Or if you look at them funny. Regardless, they're floating around the place and making a general nuisance of themselves. The room is lit up with dozens of glowing, colour-changing orbs which are floating just below the ceiling.

Everyone is welcome. Happy birthday Ron!

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Open

[batbogeyed]

Ginny is standing near the food table, and trying to avoid one of the singing balloons. She's starting to think they were a bad idea, but at least they're friendly. Sort of.

She's beside a rather large birthday cake, which she baked just for the occasion, and she's waiting for Ron to arrive so that the candles (those Quidditch hoops) can be lit.

[incrediblyfamous]

Good on you, Ginny, for going with matching, themed candles as opposed to the actual number. Thirty-eight isn't an age to be thrilled about. That's what Ron figures, at least.

"Impressive." And he is impressed. "How'd you manage that? Didn't work too hard, did you?"

The cheer is something he's trying hard to dig up. He feels... Weird. Everything that's happened recently is weird.

[batbogeyed]

Honestly, Ron, she couldn't light that amount of candles in one place. The twins represent enough of a fire hazard, she doesn't want to make things worse!

And, sorry, but she's just going to hug him now.

"Happy birthday, Ron! I've been dying to do this ever since Christmas. I'm glad you like it. How are you?"

[incrediblyfamous]

Ron returns the hug, giving Ginny a brief squeeze that lifts her off of the ground. At the question, he releases her, and tries to think of the best way to answer. He's not bad...

"I'm okay. This... This place is enough to adjust to without getting carted off to space."

Bit more to it than that, but he won't say so much.

[imwotchingyou]

Tonks slides up next to Ginny. "The cake looks fantastic, Ginny. How ever did you think of it?"

[batbogeyed]

Ginny grins up at her.

"Well when you think of Ron, you think of Quidditch don't you?" she said. "I was going to try and make a Snitch, but the wings wouldn't work properly. So I made the stadium! And then the candles were just normal candles, but I transfigured them so they'd have hoops at the end. I think it worked all right!"

[imwotchingyou]

"To be honest, I first think Weasley, then red, then Quidditch." It is the truth! "It looks brilliant. Molly'd be proud, I think." She turns her head to the left and then to the right.

She doesn't see the birthday boy in sight anywhere which allows her to ask her next question. "How's it been with him since he's been back?"

ALSO OPEN.

[thingone]

[ fred is standing by the refreshments table, which is always a warning sign. never fear, party goers, he's just here to carry on with the business of charming peeps to fly around the room. so keep a sharp eye out, lest one collides with your head. feel free to distract him! ]

ALSO OPEN.

[thelionharted]

[James is lurking with the twins, as he is wont to do. He may also be helping with said charms! ...What. He's a bit bored.]

[thingone]

[ james is a terrible influence. ]

You think we should do something a bit more grand?

[thelionharted]

Hmmm. Got any fireworks?

...It is a celebration, after all.

[incrediblyfamous]

[ Ron, at the very least, is going to make sure that his family knows that he appreciates the gesture of this party. He walks right up and takes up a couple of things to eat, true to form. Although he stops short of popping one into his mouth. ]

... What're you standing around here for?

[thingone]

Charming the peeps, Ron.

[ it's probably wise, being wary of fred's presence around the table. although for once, he's relatively harmless.

[incrediblyfamous]

[ Well. What he's about to eat isn't a peep, so he goes ahead and eats it, although his eyes are still warily on his brother while he chews.

He swallows before he speaks. Ooh, look, manners. ]

Please don't blow anybody up at my birthday party.

OPEN

[thingtwo]

George has been a bit more keen on hovering around his big younger brother since the triumphant return from space. Given the festive nature of the occasion, however, he's a bit more lax in letting him wander around and visit with friends and family. Lax being a relative term for a man who has lost a brother to conflict before. He never lets the man fully out of his sight, following a few meters behind from room to room if need be.

Ever with a piece of cake in hand, of course.

OPEN

[incrediblyfamous]

Ron's noticed this, to a degree. The hover hasn't really bothered him too much. He's been trying to think about how he'd act if it had been one of them in the same situation.

When he comes out of the bathroom and find George standing in the hall, however, he finally has to say something. Though he keeps any tone of irritation out of his voice.

"All right, George?"

[thingtwo]

"The very picture of it, Ronnie. Yourself? Aches, bruises, odd dreams of tiny green men?"

It was the normal joking, nearly mocking, tone the twins had used with Ron his whole life, but George's expression was edged with a touch of seriousness. Who knew what sort of after effects these matters can with. They'd need to start reinventing the dreamless sleep potion were they too much.

[incrediblyfamous]

"They weren't really tiny, were they?"

To his understanding, most of them had been of a normal, human size, save for the children amongst them. That was a different matter altogether, and a thought that he'd rather avoid.

But, no, he hadn't really been dreaming of space-people. He hadn't even been remembering space-people, and that... That was part of what was bothersome for him. He simply had a span of time that was blank, in which he'd been taken unawares and kept helpless while a look-alike duped the world around him and exploded a subway station, threatened his family. That was what got to him. He'd keep that to himself, too.

"No dreams about this space nonsense, no, and I'm not sore anymore. I'm fine."

[batbogeyed]

Not too obvious, then, George? Ginny mostly ignored what he was doing, because after all she did understand. She'd been in a state close to panic until she'd had the real Ron back with her. Finding him on that spaceship had given her the first sense of relief she'd felt since before that awful fight. After a while, she fell into step beside George.

"You know, he's not going to disappear right in front of you. I think potential kidnappers would be very slightly more subtle than that."

[thingtwo]

"Yeah, they'd wait for the instant he's out of sight, eh?"

It was attempted to come out as a joke, but...well, given that Ron had recently vanished while out of sight, it was nearly a grim statement. George winced a bit at his own tone, and tried to toss a not-all-that-very reassuring smile at Ginny.

"Or I'd be a poor brother indeed that missed the reaction to the birthday prank."

OPEN

[underthestairs]

Harry's never been to a party. Not one where he was actually welcome. The Dursleys generally liked to keep him out of sight for Dudley's parties when they were held at Privet Drive and would see to it that he kept to his cupboard when other guests were there. If they were Aunt Marge, anyway.

So, he felt more inclined to keeping quiet and watching everyone else. At least for now. He did get something for Ron using the money from the Porter and is holding the wrapped parcel in both hands, waiting until Ron is free from one of his siblings so that Harry can hand it over.

[incrediblyfamous]

Hearing about the events that occurred while he was sleeping made Ron careful around Harry. By the large, he'd been trying to be as unobtrusive in the boy's life as possible, which wasn't overly-difficult.

Here he is, though, and so Ron figures he can stop being discretely out-of-the-way and start being friendly.

"How are you, Harry? I'm glad you could make it."

[underthestairs]

Seeing Ron - the real Ron - is both a relief and much more uncomfortable a feeling than he'd expected. Harry didn't think he had any right to say he should have known like the others had, but it still bothered him a great deal that anyone had been so easily tricked.

"I wanted to give you this," he said, holding up the package. "Happy birthday."

Harry didn't know him well enough to make a good call on what Ron would have wanted, but he figured the gesture would do. It was just a blank journal, because Harry couldn't remember a conversation beyond their first that wasn't actually with him. Not exactly a trustworthy source of information.

[batbogeyed]

It took a few minutes for Ginny to approach him. This was really weird. Of course, she's seen Harry looking exactly like this before. It's how he looked the first time she ever saw him, but...

He was taller than her then. So weird.

She came over to him, holding out a slice of cake on a plate.

"Hi Harry," she said. "Have some of this, go on. I'm glad you could come, how are you?"

[underthestairs]

Harry smiles in gratitude, taking the plate and considering the cake on it. He took a bite before answering her question. It was good. Sweeter than he'd expected.

"I left the MAC flats," he admitted after a moment.