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Hannah hesitates outside the greenhouse that doubles as her husband's office. She cannot see through the glass, but she knows Neville is in there, even though it's swiftly nearing midnight. It isn't a surprise. Neville has always done so well with plants. How can she fault him for spending so much time with them.

After several moments, she steps inside. Neville's back is to her as he tends to a majestic vine with weeping purple blooms. Still not looking up from his work, Neville calls out, "For the last time! You lot are not extracting poison from the plants to see if bezoars really work! Trust me; they do."

Hannah chuckles. "Is that what the kids do these days?" she asks, amusement clear in her tone.

Neville looks up at last, turning. His cheeks are a dark pink when he sees her. "Hannah? What are you doing here?"

She raises her brows. "I want sure where else to go," she says softly. "Someone stood me up for my birthday dinner."

"Your birthday… Your birthday is today. Oh my God!" Neville slaps his palm to his forehead, groaning. "I forgot your birthday."

Hannah shrugs. She already knows Neville is forgetful. He's had to use his Remembrall less and less, but that doesn't really change anything. Sometimes things slip through the cracks. It's just a part of life.

"I am so sorry, Hannah," he sighs. "I was so caught up in the plants. Then I realized I didn't have a lesson plan for my second years now that the mandrakes have been taken care of. One thing lead to another…"

She takes a step closer, digging in her purse. The expansion charm on it is perfect. It holds everything she needs to have a good birthday. "You can make it up to me by washing dishes tomorrow," she tells him, pulling out two takeaway boxes and a tray of dessert.

Neville quickly clears the table. He mutters an enchantment to clean the spot before taking the food from Hannah. "I'm still sorry."

"You can show me how sorry when you scrub the dishes," she laughs, setting forks and knives on top of the containers.

It isn't a perfect birthday, but she doesn't mind. She never asked for perfection, only love. There is no doubt in her mind that Neville loves her and tries his best.

That's as close to perfect as she'll ever need.