Note: The next several chapters are microfic prompts from tumblr, and contain several pairings I have not written before.


"SURPRISE!"

The last thing he'd been expecting when he'd entered the Prefect's office was to find it invaded - and festooned in ribbons and balloons.

To his horror, Randy was standing on his desk, mismatched shoes scuffing the antique wood surface, conjuring candies that fell out of a pink vapor cloud and onto the carpet beneath. "Happy birthday, Klaus!" The pink-haired menace waved cheerfully and blew loudly into a bright yellow plastic horn. His stuffed animal familiar wailed in protest at the sound and ran off to hide.

Nearby, Elias and the other boys from his year mingled awkwardly next to a double-tiered pink cake and a bowl of punch. Elias' eyes beseeched him for forgiveness, from all the way across the room. Please don't blame for me this. I had nothing to do with it, his brother was saying.

Klaus turned to his girlfriend beside him, whose nervous giggles gave her away as the perpetrator. "Clara," he growled. "I trusted you! You said it was going to be a quiet celebration!"

"I couldn't help it!" She grinned at him. "You deserve to have a real birthday party!" Out of nowhere she produced a pointed paper hat. "Here!"

"I am not wearing that," he hissed.

"Pleeeease?"

"No."

"Klauuuus," she said. Then to his shock, she pulled his face down towards hers and gave him a brazen, very un-Clara-like kiss, in front ofeveryone.

Dimly he heard catcalls and laughter, along with embarrassed sputtering from his brother.

When they separated, Clara was blushing equally hard, but looked up at him with an expression slightly bordering on vulnerability. "Try to have fun, Klaus? Please?"

Her lip trembled. It didn't escape his notice.

"Alright," he finally relented, but before the joy could fully spread across her face, he leaned down and murmured into her ear, "but you're going to pay for this later."