Chapter Fifteen – What To Do On Your Birthday
Much thanks to everyone who reviews this – every one of them make my day! Thanks to Girlbubble, who gave me an idea for this chapter. Er... Yes. Also – Dom's birthday isn't actually on June 18th, I started writing this on June 18th and... Yes, I'm a slow writer. I own nothing you recognize.
Yes my friends, you read it right – it is June 18th and it is my birthday!
I was woken up in the wee hours (funny term that, isn't it? Wee hours. Wee hours. Hehe.) Yes, anyway – I was woken up in the wee hours by Kayla and Sophie jumping on my bed and shouting incomprehensively.
I learnt later they were wishing me a happy birthday.
Why they felt the need to do that at five a.m. I will never know.
Anyway...
"DOMMY!" Kay shrieked, as I blinked open my eyes.
"Dom. It's Dom." I told her. "D-O-M. Not Dommy, Doom or any other variation you care to come up with. Except Rabbit. Rabbit's OK. I like rabbits."
Sophie looked a little freaked out by this (well what did she expect waking me up in the WEE HOURS ALREADY!) but Kay took it in stride.
"Yes, well, Dom – IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY!"
"YOU'VE JOINED THE LAND OF FOURTEEN YEAR OLDS!" Sophie agreed, an octave higher than normal people can reach.
They leapt off my bed and began to do a crazy dance around my room.
I wonder if someone gave them chocolate frogs...
One of the other girls in the dorm threw a pillow at them, and they fell quiet as I cackled evilly.
My sanity takes my birthday off. It goes AWOL. I think it goes to Spain, because it comes back with a tan.
But that's beside the point.
Sophie threw the pillow back, and thus my morning began with a pillow fight, as all good mornings do.
I left the dormitory a bit later (OK, much later if you want to be pernickety) with feathers in my hair, and almost immediately I was greeted by my owl.
My strange, strange owl.
Who was peeping 'Happy Birthday' at me.
At least, I think it was Happy Birthday. It tapered off into 'I Gotta Feeling somewhere near the end.
Don't ask.
Anyway, after being greeted by my strange owl, I was greeted by my siblings.
"DOM!" Louis yelled, vaulting over an armchair and hugging me tightly.
"Can't – breathe!" I gasped.
"Let her go, Lou," Victoire said, smiling brightly at me. "Happy birthday Dom!"
"Merci," I said – with my awesome French skills.
Louis handed me a wrapped parcel and a card.
"Open the card first!" he ordered. I did so.
"Dear Dom, I hope you have a very good birthday. Lots of love, Louis (your brother, not the guy in Ravenclaw)." I read. "Aw, thanks Louis!"
"Now open the present. Open! Open! Open sesame!" he squeaked.
Again, I obeyed.
He'd got me a copy of 'The Gemini Chronicles' which is a book about twins who go to a school like Hogwarts. It's very good.
Vicky had given me a beautifully written letter (she knows calligraphy) and a pretty quill.
Then we all went down to breakfast.
Well, we tried – it's hard when you keep running into your cousins.
"DOM! HAPPY B-DAY!" Hugo yelled, charging towards me and nearly knocking me over. "I GOT YOU A PRESENT! ROSE HAS GOT OUR CARD!"
He'd got me socks, Rose – who wandered up a few minutes later – had gotten me a book of the stars (I like stars. Stars and rabbits.)
By the time I actually got down to the breakfast hall, I had received a beret and a baguette from Fred, who had decided long ago that for my every birthday he'd get me something French, a bracelet from Roxi, a snow globe of Diagon Alley from Molly, a toy owl that looked remarkably like Gorilla from Lily and a (really big) box of chocolate frogs from Lucy.
"Thanks!" I said, again, as Al slid a mug shaped parcel towards me.
Chuck made a return, handing me a cake.
"Aww! Thanks Chuck!" I grinned. "It looks lovely!"
"We'll use it for your SBP!" Kay said, cryptically.
"My Surprise Birthday Party?" I guessed. Correctly. I could be such an amazing detective.
"Darn," Kay glared at the opposite wall.
"If it helps, I've known about it since April?" I said, helpfully.
Or not, because then they all looked dejected.
Well it's not my fault they're bad at keeping secrets.
Very bad.
Our first lesson that morning was Charms, then Transfiguration. During lunch I met The Egg, strutting down the corridor.
"Good morning Dominique," he said.
I checked my watch.
"Afternoon, Scorpius."
"I heard it was your birthday?"
"You heard correctly."
He walked off.
I glowered after him, and then skipped down to lunch, humming loudly.
After lunch I had Care of Magical Creatures with Professor Hagrid (that guy rocks!) He gave me a box of Bertie Botts Every Flavoured Beans, and I split them with my family and friends and a random Hufflepuff who was hanging round.
We were sitting in a circle, sharing the Beans – yes, the Hufflepuff was still there – when Sophie ran up, her face flushed.
"People! Code Blue! Code Blue!" she shrieked.
"What's a Code Blue?" I asked, confused – which is strange because THE DOMMEISTER IS NEVER CONFUSED.
Yes, I did just call myself the Dommeister...
How about we pretend the last few seconds of our lives never happened, eh?
Good.
Now, where was I?
Oh yeah. Code Blue.
"No! Someone's stolen Dom's cake!" Lily yelled.
"Don't fake surprise, Lils, we all know it was your pig." James glowered.
"You still have that?" Molly asked.
"Yes I do, and no it wasn't!" Lily snarled.
"Easy there, Lils. I'm sure there's a perfectly rational explanation for this," Teddy said, in his easy way – taking a Bean from the box, throwing it up and catching it in his mouth. "Mmm, strawberry milkshake."
"But Dom's ca-a-a-ke!" Rose wailed, fanning herself.
"What's a birthday party without cake?" Hugo agreed, throwing a Bean at Teddy.
"Geez guys, stop being so superficial! A birthday is a time to celebrate the life of the person, and remember how lucky we are to know them! Three cheers for Dom! Hip hip –"
"I know who took your cake," said the Random Hufflepuff.
We all turned to look at her.
"Who?" Al asked.
"Scorpius Malfoy," said the Random Hufflepuff.
"Of course!" Louis said, snapping his fingers.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeviiiiiiiiiiil!" Roxi said.
"I can't believe Scorp would do something like that," Rose complained.
"I can," everyone else (minus Al) chorused.
"We'll go get your cake Dom, you go find the Scamanders." James said, getting up and pulling Kay to her feet as well.
"Alright!" I said, happily, before skipping off to find them.
They were in the library, identical heads bent over different books, one of them writing illegibly and the other tapping his pen against the desk.
"Hey Lor, Ly!" I announced, quietly, sitting down opposite them.
ONLY I CAN TELL THEM APART!
MUAHAHAHA.
Yes, anyhoo.
"Hi Dom!" Lysander said (he was the one not doing work). "Happy birthday! We got you something... Lor has it."
"No I don't – you do!" Lorcan snapped, before grinning at me. "Hey Dom! Happy birthday!"
"No I don't – you do!" Lysander glared.
"It doesn't matter, my peeps!" I said. "How urgent is that work?"
"Meh," Lysander said.
"It's due in for tomorrow," Lorcan said.
Ah my lovely identical and yet so different twins.
Well, they're not my twins. They're... Oh you know what I mean.
"But I guess I can put it off," Lorcan beamed.
"And I just won't do it!" Lysander said, happily, pushing his textbook into his bag. "Your SBP?"
"Indeedio hopscotch," I said, getting up.
"Where is it?"
"I have no clue."
Which is why we were half an hour late for my party – wandering around Hogwarts, until Lorcan had the bright idea that maybe it was in the Gryffindor common room, and, after berating ourselves for not looking there first, we ran up there.
Yes – the cake was there, in pride of place, and James and Kay recounted to me how they had found The Egg, and stolen back the cake, and then placed him under citizen's arrest (why Aunt Hermione ever told them about that I will never know).
But anyway, it made me laugh, because I'm a lovely person.
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