Kir McLeod
January 20, 2019 5:59 AM
Happy Birthday, dear Head Girl by Kir McLeod
September the second was, arguably, more important than September first in Kir’s calendar. September the first was all about coming back to school, about sitting at house tables and singing the school song. It had been important yesterday, because of the head student announcements, but today was better because it was Zevalyn Day. It was her birthday, and it was also the first day of the new term where he got to sit with her for meals, and to celebrate with her. This year, not only her birthday, but the fact she had won head girl.He made his way to the hall at their usual breakfast time, a large bunch of balloons in one hand, a card and a present tucked into his backpack, and made his way over to the Aladren table. The balloons were a mixture of blue (for Aladren and breaking with gender stereotypes) and green (for the whole of Sonora, and because it was nice) and he had enchanted them that morning to flash ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY HEAD GIRL’ in silver.
He made his way to the Aladren table, greeting Zevalyn with a hug and a kiss when she arrived.
“Happy birthday. And congratulations. I thought I’d better do something, just in case people didn’t notice you being pulled up on stage last night,” he joked gesturing to the balloons, then added in a much more serious tone, “I’m so proud of you.”
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Zevalyn
January 31, 2019 2:24 PM
I love you anyway by Zevalyn
Zevalyn was seventeen today, which probably made her the oldest student in the school. Having a birthday one day after the cutoff might have annoyed her had she been anyone else, but given her late start, she was kind of grateful that she hadn’t needed to speed through one more year’s worth of material just to catch up to where she was supposed to be.Still, she couldn’t quite shake the feeling that she was still a little behind and she would have been in college by now if she’d stayed in her ordinary muggle school instead of coming here. On the other hand, had she done that, she probably would have hurt somebody by now with uncontrolled magic, so this way was really for the best.
She couldn’t help a wry smile and a shake of her head though, as she walked into the Cascade Hall and saw Kir (nobody could miss him with those balloons) waiting for her at the Aladren table. Upon further reflection, she decided, being here at Sonora today, wasn’t something she would trade in for anything.
“You are a madman,” she greeted her boyfriend with fond exasperation and a kiss, once he finished explaining the purpose of the flashing capital letters. “I missed you.”
She sat down in front of the balloons, appreciating the thought that went into them, if not the looks they were attracting from just about everybody else. “Thank you,” she told him, meaning it. She really did not need the whole school staring at her again (last night was quite enough) but he meant well and she could already feel a little flutter of sadness that they wouldn’t get to share her birthday together next year, and that just made its probable low key-ness lonely instead of welcome.
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Kir
February 01, 2019 8:50 AM
Happy birthday to you! by Kir
Kir wasn’t entirely sure what he’d done to earn the epithet of ‘madman’ that particular morning, but it was a frequent enough assertion of those around him that he didn’t question it too much. He vaguely assumed it was his comment that people might not have noticed her until now“Thanks,” he smiled, accepting it as a compliment. It was said with affection. And with kisses, which he happily returned. “I missed you too.” He had seen the little head shake, the suggestion of ‘oh, you shouldn’t have’ but he didn’t take that to, on any level, mean that he should not have done the thing he had done. The idea that someone might not want fanfare and fuss, especially when it was their birthday and they had extra doubly earnt it, was foreign to him.
“These are also for you,” he added, pulling a pair of neatly wrapped presents from his bag. “Happy birthday.” There was one Very Obviously Book Shaped parcel. It was not a book. There was one Not Remotely Book Shaped parcel. It was one. He had thought it might be cruel to mess with an Aladren in such a fashion, to make them think they were getting a book when they were not, or to make them doubt that any of their presents were books, because both of these things were liable to make them sad. However, he figured that given that actually one of the parcels would turn out to be a book in the end, it would be ok, regardless of the little emotional rollercoaster they were about to ride to get there. And he thought he might get credit for his spellwork. “This one first,” he said, holding out the book shaped parcel which, upon opening, would suddenly condense itself down to a small bookmark. It was a silver falcon, which neatly unfolded its wings to hang over a page and tucked them back in again when removed. Engraved on the back was ‘For Zev, the most Aladreny Aladren that ever Aladrened.’ The not book shaped parcel was soft and squishy and scarf shaped-and-textured, but upon opening would become distinctly more book like and reveal itself to be a volume entitled ‘Ten Muggleborn Women Who Changed The World(s).’
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