Birthday reunion

[Professor Hermione Potter]

Today was my Harry's 32nd birthday. Hard to believe I had known him almost 21 years and married for over 13. Harry was expecting the usual visit to the Weasley's for dinner and open presents like we had done for the last several years but I had secretly been planning something a bit bigger. I had sent owls out to most of our surviving Hogwarts classmates and work friends that we had acquired in the last decade. Since we had all been too busy with traumatic events we had postponed our 10 year reunion. My plan instead was to roll togethe Harry's birthday with a 15 year reunion. Hopefully my planning had worked.

Harry was watching Michelle while I popped out for a few errands that he thought had to do with school coming back into session in about a month. Instead, I flooed out to Hogsmeade and walked over to the Hogshead, our unofficial hangout now that Seamus was back from abroad. Over the past several days, I had been sneaking decorations and party favors to be stored for the party today. A slight breeze ruffled through my thick bushy brown hair as I adjusted my glasses before knocking on the pub's door.

I can't believe I am going along with this. "The brown owl has flown the coop while the raven is distracted." Seamus and his stupid passcodes.

[Seamus Finnigan]

Seamus normally kept the Hogshead open from early evening until the wee hours of the morning. However, he'd made an exception for particular witch as she prepared for a party for a particular wizard. He'd taken a page from older times, when the Hogshead was something like a speak easy and required a password from anyone involved with planning this shindig. It was the only way to truly keep it a surprise from the famous Harry Potter.

He grinned when he heard Hermione's surprisingly patient voice sound from the other side of the door. Surely she only played along, because he'd put in the effort of helping her with this party. Still, he needed to have his bit of fun, and he'd gone through the trouble of inventing a creative password for each person involved. "Does the owl fly east or west?" he teased from behind the door before he opened it.

"Jaysus, 'Mione, you get younger and more gorgeous by the day. The birthday boy may have some trouble on his hands soon enough." Seamus laughed as he opened the door wider to let her in. He always showered her with compliments each time he saw her, half serious and half used to covering his own arse for some trouble he might have caused. "Speak o' the handsome devil, how's he?"

[Professor Hermione Potter]

I had to shake my head at Seamus' retort. Cheeky as always. But then he wouldn't be Seamus, which would be a shame. I slipped through the door under Seamus' normal flattery. I don't think he ever forgot the one time I sought retribution after he pulled a prank when we were in school and never wanted to experience that again.

I hugged him lightly once the door was closed in greeting. "Always the charmer. He's good. We've got a couple hours before he's suspicious about me being gone. Michelle told me she was going to play extra hard with her daddy today since that's what she likes to do on her birthdays. Speaking of our other halves, how is Ms. Black?"

I looked around the Hoghead, which seemed to be a bit cleaner than normal. "I hope this secret party hasn't been stressful on you." Seamus had always had a thing about cleaning when he was stressed, even when we were at Hogwarts. "Well, where do you want to get started? Did I smuggle in everything we needed?"

[Ronald Weasley]

Luna had been up Ron's you know what all morning about him going to the Hogshead to pitch in with decorations while his wife got the kids ready for their sitter. If the woman would bloody calm down and give him a moment to find a fresh pair of trousers he would gladly go over and help old Finnigan out!! Geeeeez women!! He stashes the several presents under his arms pecks Luna on the cheek and tells her he'll see her later and then floos over to Seamus' pub.

It's not as run down as the last time he remembers seeing it. No ho ho -- the place shines!! Ron flicks stray floo powder from his robes and sheepishly peers up with a stupid grin in the direction of his friends. "Hello Finnigan. Mrs. Pots." Ron chuckles at the nickname finding himself to be ever so clever setting the gifts down in the far corner. "So my dear wife told me we had a pub to make decent! Where are the decorations? Thought I'd lend a helping hand ya know?" Eager to please Ron steps forward and nearly staggers to his death no thanks to that ruddy loose floorboard popping up for anyone to trip over!!

Coughing to avoid any embarrassment Ron looks up and hides his discomfort by grinning even wider. "Oi mate. Might wanna get that floor of yours looked at."