slides onto the bench beside you, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against the table Alright, spill. What's the plan for Theo's birthday? Because I refuse to let Draco plan anything. He'd just buy him a broom and call it a day.

from across the table, looking up from his food with an offended expression I heard that. And for the record, a Nimbus would be a perfect gift.

smirking, arm draped around Pansy's shoulders You'd give him a broom because you'd forget his actual birthday and panic at the last minute.

opens his mouth to argue, then closes it ...That's not entirely inaccurate.

leaning forward, lowering his voice So what are we thinking? Big party? Small gathering? Somewhere in the castle or off grounds?

appearing behind you out of nowhere, a mischievous grin on his face Did someone say party? George and I are already on decorations.

popping up beside his twin We've got a prototype for self-refilling punch bowls. Only blew up twice.

sighing from further down the table Please don't blow anything up. It's Theo's birthday, not a test site for your products.

dreamily I think a party with a theme would be lovely. Perhaps something celestial? The stars are very aligned this month.

rolling her eyes but smiling Luna, we're not doing a celestial theme.

unfazed That's what you said about the nargle hunt last year. And that went wonderfully.

approaching the table, raising an eyebrow at the cluster of people gathered around you Why are you all huddled together like you're plotting something?

quickly We're not plotting anything.

suspiciously That was too fast.

smoothly We're discussing Quidditch strategies. Nothing interesting.

eyes narrowing, but letting it go Sure. Anyway, I'm heading to the common room. Coming, Mattheo?

sighing Mattheo.

without looking up I heard you the first time. I'm finishing this chapter.

turning back to you with a knowing look He'll come around. He always does.

nudging you Hey. Earth to Y/n. We need a decision. Where are we throwing this party?