capeandcowllogs | A Very Weasley Birthday Party

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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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.

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."

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.

"Oh," he started, a little surprised, and reached forward to take the package. "You didn't have to, Harry. That's very nice."

He wasn't even sure where Harry would have gotten the money. The immediate supposition was that James had provided it, but... It didn't really matter. It was a very nice gesture, especially considering that Harry didn't know him well, had plenty of reasons to distrust him.

He didn't really know what he'd do with a journal, but he grinned at it nonetheless.

"Thank you. I'll... Find something to put in it. Rest assured."

"It's rude to just come to a birthday party without bringing anything," he said automatically, the lesson learned well from his cousin and aunt.

Money was easy to come by. Providing one remembered to hold onto their tags. Harry kept them constantly around his neck beneath his shirt so they wouldn't jangle. Or be seen. There was something about them that made people give him second looks and he already received quite a few of them as it was.

"I'll get something better next year. Promise."

"No worries, mate. I don't plan on being here another year and, even so, you've handed over enough birthday presents since we've known each other."

Odd to say, he was sure, but it was true. Harry had always been a very generous person. There wasn't reason for the boy to worry when he'd already been handing over birthday and holiday gifts since they'd met, practically.

"You have any cake, yet?"

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?"

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.

Ginny nodded. She was glad. She hadn't thought James would let him stay there for long, but it was a relief all the same.

"I saw your dad asking about school," she said. "Does that mean you're staying with him now?"

He nodded, swapping the plate back and forth between his hands as he considered how best to answer the question.

"I've got my own bedroom," he said as his way of an answer, looking more than a little pleased by this. "I've never had so much space before."

Of course, he'd never have had one before. She'd forgotten about that. By the time Ginny had really gotten to know Harry, the cupboard under the stairs had been in his past.

"No, well," she said. "It must make a nice change from being with your Aunt and Uncle."

That earned her a pleased smile and a nod.

"Yeah. And my dad is here," he falters slightly. "I don't think magic can do that. Just this place."

Ginny smiled back. It was odd, talking to him like this, but it got easier to ignore the more she did it.

"No," she said. "Magic can't do that. Time doesn't follow its own rules here. Your dad, you, me, and Ron...we're all from different times. I've no idea how the City managed to bring us together like that. I don't think anyone knows."

A Very Weasley Birthday Party

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