Room 308, Wednesday evening

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Hermione didn't really tend to make a big deal out of her birthday. The biggest thing was that she didn't have to worry about doing magic anywhere anymore and being reprimanded for it, and she really should look into being able to Apparate soon, now that she could. Though it would have been fantastic to have a class today, just because she was twisted like that. Currently, she was spending it reading, of course. Reading a thick tome on the American Revolution, because it always was interesting to see how the other side viewed things.

She really should be saved from herself, you know.

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[isourking.livejournal.com]

There was a knock at the door where a boy was standing with three packages covering most of his upper body with only a bit of red hair sprouting out the top of it.

[he-lived.livejournal.com]

Harry had immediately dispatched Hedwig with orders for both Flourish and Blott's and Honeyduke's as soon as he'd gotten Ron's voicemail the night prior. Not that he'd forgotten, of course.

As a result, he was empty-handed when he tapped on Hermione's door, looking contrite.

[the_merriest]

Rikku sat cross-legged on her bed, bouncing. "We should have a party!" she insisted. Probably not for the first time. "We could go to the common room and have music and cake and it would be a blast."