"I can't believe we're all sitting here, celebrating together, and no one has even started a fight in," Fred glanced towards a wall-clock Dazai was sure hadn't been there yesterday, "a whole hour!"

The gang office was decorated up with balloons and streamers. Dazai supposed the twins procured them from wherever they got the party supplies for last year's post-infirmary visit party, though he couldn't rule out a more magical alternative given the environment. He didn't ask. Either way, the office was looking positively festive. Most of the balloons were tied down to the desk or sofa by thin strings, but a few had floated up into the rafters. Egg and Featherbrain were happily chirping overhead while they bounced a rainbow-colored balloon back-and-forth. Every so often, the latex would pop, and Ron or Draco would obligingly release another balloon for the pets to play with.