I promise, Harry Potter fans, I'm not dead. I've just... sort of drifted over to the anime section of this world. Not to worry! I'll always come back. And I really hadn't forgotten this story, I just didn't have any ideas. If anyone wants to review with some prompts, that'd be great. The original one for this one was "second" but that didn't make it anywhere in here. Go figure.
It was a sense of poetic injustice that it should rain on his birthday.
Of course, that was just his opinion. It didn't necessarily make it true.
He glanced back when he heard footsteps, and smiled when he saw his best friend (and girlfriend, soon, if he had anything to say about it) Victorie. She grinned back at him, and sat in the empty space beside him. "Good day?" she asked.
"Oh, yes," he replied, gesturing outside. "My birthday picnic went absolutely splendidly. Everything was perfect."
Her clear eyes traveled over the window, taking in the pouring rain as a small smirk curled at the corners of her mouth. "Well, I'm glad to see that everything went well."
"As I said, it was splendid. A few words I didn't say: Marvelous. Amazing. Ideal. Wretched. Terrific."
"A bit of an outlier there, Ted?" she suggested, and he pretended to stroke a beard he didn't actually have, green eyes traveling upwards toward the ceiling as he thought back over his words.
He lowered his hand and snapped his gaze back to Victorie, who quirked a half-smile. "I don't recall saying a word that didn't describe the perfectness of my birthday party in the park." She laughed out loud.
"Perfectness isn't a word, Teddy. Perfection is what you were looking for."
He slapped his forehead. "Of course! I'll always have you to correct my dismal grammar! Thank you so very much, my dear," he exaggerated, lowering his head and peering at her through his bangs.
"You're very welcome, good sir," she laughed. Outside, the storm raged on, and he supposed his birthday wasn't completely ruined.