A Weasley Mess *ON HOLD - REWRITE*

XIV.Happy Birthday

A/N: Ooooh, it's going down!

Mrs. Weasley had baked an immensely delicious chocolate cake, decked with chocolate mousse and strawberries in heaps of layers.

How that wonderful woman had found strawberries at this time of year she did not know, but it was officially the best thing she had ever tasted.

Even Máni sat at the chair next to her, by the table, munching on cream and a side dish of chicken - the weirdest combination.

"Now, sweetie - why don't you open your presents?" She was slightly taken aback, not expecting them to actually have bought her anything.

"Presents, for me?" She stuttered, putting down her spoonful of cake.

"Of course, dear." Mrs. Weasley crooned, bustling herself around the kitchen, only to levitate a small pile of presents over to the the table.

It was officially the best day ever - or the second best.

From Mr and mrs Weasley she had gotten her another Weasley sweater, but this time it was pure silver with a large golden W embroidered on it. Claire had cried a little while hugging Molly.

Percy had neatly wrapped a picture of the two of them down by The Black Lake, a pile of books in front of them while Claire dragged Percy out into the lake.

The twins gave her a box of "sweets" as they said, winking at her.

Ginny had gotten her a matching mood ring, so that they now had friendship rings.

Charlie gave her a box filled with a sneakoscope, candy and a book named "Do you often stumble in your own feet?". That had earned him a candy thrown at his head.

Finally Bill had given her a small bottle of Firewhiskey and a silver heart necklace.

She had never gotten so many personal gifts. It wasn't just dresses and expensive rings, but things that made her feel at home.

Yet the biggest surprise came with a certain grey owl.

The royal looking bird soared down to the open window, dwarfing poor Herold whom had taken a nap in the windowsill.

"Shoot, that's Mardrøm." Claire sighed, getting up from the chair while brushing a few cake crumbs off her white top.

"What did you call the gargoyle bird?" Charlie scratched his head.

"That's mother's owl, his name means quite literally nightmare." She untied the formal looking letter from his foot and offered him an owl treat. The looming grey just took off without paying any more attention.

Claire leaned against the windowsill as she used her nails to loosen the wax seal.

"Min elskede datter. (My beloved daughter)

I wish you a happy birthday.

We, I and your father that is, are vacationing in Italy for the time being. It is far better than London.

I have received word from Alfred, your third cousin, and his parents. Since you are officially of age now, in Sweden that is, they are willing to finalize the engagement contract.