It was official. Charlie Weasley was now 15. It was about bloody time, too. He had endured the jokes about still being fourteen while practically everyone else in their year was fifteen already.

Though the new age was a welcomed relief, the day it fell on was not. It was Monday. Yesterday he was busy at Hagrid's hut helping the half giant prepare creatures for his Monday class. On Saturday he had a quidditch planning meeting- going over and making new plays. The thought to do homework never even crossed his mind on Friday afternoon.

Rushing, Charlie flew threw his morning routine before grabbing his History of Magic and Transfiguration supplies. In an almost record breaking time the red head made it to the Great Hall in time to grab some toast and make to his first period.

Charlie really didn't pay attention to the lesson, no one really did. He greeted a few of his friends (it was a Gryffindor and Hufflepuff class) and began to write his Transfiguration essay.

Transfiguration ended up beginning a pretty boring class. Today was just on the theory of conjuring things. He halfheartedly took notes, doodling on the side of his paper mostly. He was surprised to realize that he had drawn a dragon eating a cake by the end of the class. Right. It was his birthday.

The rest of the day passed rather quickly, and to Charlie's surprised dismay, no one wished him a 'Happy Birthday'. Well, unless you count Flitwick forcing his class to sing the 'Happy Birthday' song to him. But other that forced reminder to the class, no one seemed to remember Charlie Weasley's 15th birthday.

When the time quidditch practice came around, Charlie was positive that they would remember. But, when he arrived at the changing rooms, a fellow Gryffindor informed him that practice was cancelled today - something about it being the Hufflepuff keeper's seventeenth birthday. Seventeen was a big deal.

The more Charlie thought about it, as he walked back to Gryffindor common room, the more it made sense. The Hufflepuffs always held a large party at the end of the week to celebrate anyone's birthday that week. Despite the fact that those people had to be Hufflepuff for it to be celebrated was beside the fact, they still invited everyone.

Stating the password, he pushed open the portrait to enter the red and gold common room. Before he even looked up, he noticed the unusual silence. Gryffindor was NOT a silent house, especially in the common room.

When he looked up, confused, a loud cheer hit him. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHARLIE!"

The entire common room was packed with people. McGonagall was standing off to the side by her office door smiling. A sea of Gryffindors donned in red was dotted with the occasional yellow and blue clad person.

The usual boisterous sounds began and the crowd moved, revealing a giant cake on a table.

Charlie Weasley grinned. He should have never doubted the Gryffindor house.