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CLASSROOM
2024-11-20
@Oakleigh Bell

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Mamori was no stranger to birthday parties, but celebrating one at Hogwarts? That was definitely new territory. The party horn — one of those peculiar Muggle party trinkets his dad had brought home from his creature-studying travels — had been collecting dust at the bottom of his trunk for months. Now it would finally serve a purpose beyond taking up precious space. He twirled it between his fingers like a spare wand, the metallic shine catching the light as he stood in the dormitory, contemplating whether he should bring anything else. Initially, he'd planned to show up empty-handed, ready to join the festivities and add to the atmosphere with absolutely nothing but his presence — after all, the invitation did specifically say gifts weren't required. Was he being a bit cheeky to take that so literally? Perhaps. But someone as good-natured and beautifully oblivious as Oakleigh surely wouldn't hold it against a financially modest fellow student whose money pouch jingled with a mere three digits' worth of Galleons. Yet there he stood at the classroom door, his hands decidedly less empty than his original plan. That sense of shame and social propriety which had steadily eroded through his months at Hogwarts had chosen this particularly inconvenient moment to make an unwelcome comeback. Though his intuition told him he wouldn't be the only cheapskate showing up without a gift, that irritating little voice of conscience had already sent him scrambling through his trunk like a desperate Niffler, hunting for something — anything — that could pass as a decent birthday present. Lo and behold, buried beneath his winter robes was a jar of Sleekeazy's Hair Potion Scalp Balm, a regrettable impulse purchase from half a year ago that had been sitting unused since the moment of purchase. He couldn't help but snicker at the irony of giving a hair-taming potion to someone whose hair had apparently declared its independence from any form of control. Not that he was making any commentary about Oakleigh's rather... rebellious mane, of course. Common sense warned him against saying anything like "I picked this especially for you" when he handed it over. That would definitely send the wrong message. Better to just give it to her casually and let her discover its contents later. Walking into the classroom with the party horn dangling from his mouth and the pink-wrapped gift tucked under one arm, Mamori discovered he was first to arrive. "Oh, looks like I'm first to the party!" he announced, taking in the sight of the transformed classroom. Pink, white, and silver decorations everywhere — of course it would be pink, because naturally Oakleigh would choose the most predictable color in existence. The sweet scent of strawberry wafting from the elaborately decorated cake almost made him regret his earlier plans of showing up empty-handed. Almost. "Happy birthday," he said, casually extending the pink package toward Oakleigh. "Don't open it now though — it's, uh, better appreciated later." His attention was quickly drawn to a table in the corner, laden with what appeared to be the most peculiar collection of boxes he'd ever seen. They were almost aggressively colorful, decorated with strange patterns and text that stubbornly refused to move. He wandered over, picking up one particularly eye-catching box with some sort of winding path printed on it. "What are these supposed to be?" he asked, turning the box over in his hands with genuine curiosity. "Some kind of Muggle thing?"

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Her first person had arrived! Her pink haired partner from potions class! He handed her a gift, wrapped in pink. "Of course I won't open it now. It's basic party courtisy. Besides, no one else is here yet!" She put the gift on an empty spot on one of the tables.

She noticed the badger boy looking at the board games she had stacked. He picked up Candyland"Yeah! They're board games. I have all my favourites here. Candyland, Chutes and Ladders, Clue, Monopoly, Trivia pursuit. My parents owled them for the party."

"Lets wait for a a few more people to arrive until we actually start. There's juice and soda over there if you want some!" She pointed to the table with drinks.

Apple juice, orange juice. Cranberry Juice? Okay. Some soda's as well. Cream soda, Strawberry soda, orange soda, something called Mountian Dew and Dr. Pepper? Muggle sodas they all were.

"I have goodies. I don't know if I should hand them out before or during, but I guess before works well!" She handed him a small pink bag. Inside he would find three 'dum-dum's', whatever that was. He'd also find some stickers with cats on them, a bookmark with a wooden scratcher. It was black and blank. A little plastic frog, a plastic duck, and a plastic little baby. There was also a party horn inside the bag. His frog was yellow, the plastic duck purple.

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Notes: Reducio Oakleigh's thirteenth birthday party! She had too many plastic ducks/frogs/babies.

Date: Reducio November 20th, 2024.

Mentions: Reducio @Mamori Anezaki

word count: 238/200