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Word Count: 502

Title: My Godson's Birthday

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Golden Snitch

[Name] Crissie

[School] Uagadou

[House] Ogyinae

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[Theme]: Quidditch Supplies

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[Theme]: Book Club

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[Theme]: Pokemon

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[School]: Durmstrang

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[Position] Exchange

Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

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The House Cup:

[House]: Gryffindor

[Class] HoH

[Prompts]: (Quote) "There's no point in being grown-up if you can't be childish sometimes."- The Fourth Doctor, Doctor Who

[Category]: Drabble

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Luna, Draco and Neville attend Pansy's son's 5th birthday party.

"What are you doing?" Draco asked in a steely voice, as he watched his pregnant wife head straight for the bounce house.

The backyard of the Parkinson-Knott manor was decorated in various shades of blue. The streamers and balloons made Draco feel like it was a lot smaller than it was. There was a table for the adults, with lemonade jugs along it, and the children had a long table with small paper plates and cups with a Spiderman theme on them.

"Oh, come on, let her enjoy herself!" Neville replied, putting an affectionate hand over Draco's to calm him. The two of them walked towards the table nearest to the bounce house, and took a seat together.

"But what if Luna hurts the baby? Or falls?"

Neither Neville or Luna ever expected Draco to be the overly-concerned father type, yet he fussed over her like they had never seen from him before. Neville actually rolled his eyes. "It's a bounce house."

"Don't roll those eyes at me," Draco insisted. "I taught you that."

They were sitting at Pansy's child's fifth birthday party. She and Theo had decided that despite the fact that Luna was heavily pregnant, there was no way the triad could skip out on it. Especially since Draco had been made the child's godfather.

"There's no point in being grown-up if you can't be childish sometimes," Neville finally replied. He was watching Luna in between the young children, and it was clear she was having the time of her life. The small kids were giggling at the "fat" lady trying to bounce between them, and enjoying sitting and seeing how high she could make them bounce into the air.

"Photo time!" Pansy insisted, calling everyone's attention. Luna stopped bouncing and grinned at her partners, impressed with having gotten away with running off on Draco. She gathered her flats at the edge of the bounce house, slipping them onto her feet in time to hear her husband complaining to Pansy.

"Pansy," Draco said. "Travis is only five, he won't remember any of this!"

"You're the godfather, Dray," Luna said. "You should be a little bit more excited."

"I will be excited when you stop trying to kill yourself," he complained dramatically.

Both the ladies just stared at him. "He never knew how to have any fun," Pansy said to Luna. "It's your fault you married him."

Luna laughed softly. "He has other talents," she mused in a far-away voice. Pansy burst out laughing, but Luna didn't realize that her words could be taken in a completely different way than she meant them.

"Oh I bet," Pansy said, and then returned to ensuring everyone was ready to take pictures together.

The triad joined the excited parents when she took photographs, there was hardly anyone that could say no to Pansy Parkinson-Knott, especially when she wanted something. This served to make it even more funny when her son, Travis, protested against his afternoon nap, wanting to play with the older children instead.