Surprise Party in Room 1

[lady_moon]

Moon and Miniver have been working hard since Mia had taken Draco out on their date.

Decorations (in the colours Miniver had suggested instead of Moon's rainbow idea) are hung in the room. Crepe paper braids of orange, greyish blue, and green streak the ceiling. Moon's put up little paper decorations of cakes, balloons, and cartoonish animals dancing. Along with the cardboard balloons, there are huge groups of orange, grey-blue, and green helium balloons scattered all over.

On a table, with a colourful tablecloth depicting very happy cats and dogs partying, is the cake Skill had artfully created for Draco. It's wide sheet cake; the white icing is the basis for the artistically piped images of Martin and Dart flying over a huge forest full of winding paths. The forest ended where the words 'Happy Birthday, Draco!' were written in flowing script. It was the sort of cake a tarot card would make.

Moon giggles as she sets a stack of gifts (all from her family for the birthday boy) on the table beside the cake. She turns to Miniver and grins.

"I hope he's surprised," she says proudly.

It was definitely bright and cheerful and there's glitter everywhere, including on Miniver and Moon.

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Idle Chatter

[lady_moon]

There's time before Mia brings Draco along for the guests to talk. Mingle and mix, as people are wont to do.

The Surprise!

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The lights are shut off and everyone takes their places.

It amuses Moon, as she crouches giggling.

All the could do now was wait for Draco's arrival.

Cake & Gifts

[lady_moon]

Moon gives Draco a gentle shove towards the cake.

"Skill make it especially for you!"

She wasn't aware of the whole 'candles lit on the cake for the number of years you've been alive'. Just be happy it's all one flavour and colour!

When they were done with the whole cake thing, he could open his presents.

Dancing

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As she had promised Mia, there is music.

After presents and food and preening, Moon turns on the music Miniver had chosen for dancing. Of course, the little poet owed her a dance...