CHAPTER 79

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I walked out of the bathroom to see that Fred was still fast asleep, his legs and arms entangled with pillows and blankets. I snuck up behind him, placing my hand on his shoulder and squeezing gently. I bent over to his face, and placed soft kisses on his cheekbone. His eyes fluttered a bit and he groaned.

"Happy Birthday love" I whispered in his ear.

His eyelids fluttered open, revealing his brown irises, looking like pools of honey under the rays of the sun. 

Suddenly, George barged into the room, a conical party hat on his head.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY FREDDIE!" He yelled, pulling the blankets off of Fred.

"How I love sharing a birthday with my little brother" Fred rolled his eyes before wishing George. 

"Little? I'm younger than you by twelve minutes, that barely counts for anything!" said George.

"Happy Birthday George" I smiled, walking over to him and giving him a hug.

"This isn't fair! Why does George get a hug before I do?" Fred frowned, sitting up on the bed.

"If you'd get off that bloody bed maybe you'll get a hug too" I replied.

"Yea but it's so nice and warm in here.." Fred said, pulling the blanket up to him neck, looking like a little kid. I shook my head and smiled at him. George walked over to him and placed a pink party hat on his head.

"Who could ever guess that you're twenty years old?" I laughed, watching the two fully grown men wearing pink party hats with shiny golden stars on them.

"Oh you're never too old for party hats" George said, conjuring another one and placing it on top of my head.

When we went downstairs, everyone else was wearing  party hats too, and some weren't looking very pleased about it. Dean, Hermione, Bill, Emma and Luna didn't mind it but Harry, Ron and Fleur looked very out of place. Harry sat awkwardly on the table, his black hair a mess underneath the party hat.

"I've attended twenty of their birthdays, they've never had one without a party hat" Bill rolled his eyes.

"Yea but it looks ridiculous" Ron said, fiddling with his hat.

"I think it looks great Ron" Hermione said quietly to him at which he blushed slightly, looking down at the table.

Fleur laid out breakfast on the table, a rather extravagant feast.

"All of this looks excellent Fleur, thank you" George grinned, his eyes widening at the food in front of him. Fred had already started stuffing his mouth. I chuckled at their childish behaviour.

"Don't thank me, it's your birthday! And I had help from Emma" Fleur said, placing a pot of coffee in front of me. I had grown to love coffee a few months ago and I drank it almost every morning.

I poured some for myself and the aroma began to fill my nostrils, but something was different this time. It smelled like dirt and made my insides churn. Suddenly I felt a wave of nausea wash over me.

"I-I'll be right back" 

I ran up to the nearest bathroom and emptied the contents of my stomach into the toilet. I realised that it must have been food poisoning, the popcorn at that cinema hall had tasted a bit odd. After rinsing my mouth and cleaning up, I made my way back to the table.

"Everything alright?" asked Hermione.

"Yep" I nodded. I had lost my appetite and decided to skip breakfast.

Once everyone was done eating, I drew all their attention towards me.

"So, since most of us can't go out anywhere, I've decided to host..a Quidditch match!" everyone's eyes immediately lit up.

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