Peter's Birthday with the Weasleys
"Scabbers!!! Wake up, it's time to play some rat/bludger quidditch!!!" shouted Fred. Why does it have to be splat-the-rat-Friday on my birthday? It's bad enough getting a birthday without the weasel-Weasleys knowing: I want a cosy, rat-sized Weasley jumper!
So there I was, thirty minutes later, all stiff and bandaged up, wanting to bite George's head to pieces for making up 'splat-the-rat-Fridays'. When Ginny came into the room looking all sympathetic I thought my birthday won't be as bad as I thought it would be, but no! She had her make up kit!
"Oh you poor thing! They made you ugly again!" said Ginny as she opened the make up and was testing the colour of blusher. You don't need to know what happened after that!
So here I am sobbing in my own cage, glad that the day is almost over, eating to pass the time.