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hh_mirror((OOC: Backdated to the 22nd. Happy Birthday, Bad Fox! :D ))
For all his efforts to the contrary, the school's congregation of House Elves had, once again, managed to trap him in the Great Hall with cake, party favors, and a stupid little party hat that one Elf kept trying to hang festively on one of his ears. He was amazed at his own restraint thus far, having only threatened an unforgivable curse on his pint-sized tormentors.
The cake, this time, was a multi-layered thing with more frosting, fondant, and sugar flowers than absolutely necessary. The candles numbered something in the hundreds, yet somehow the nuclear heat from their combined flames only melted the face of anyone nearby, leaving the cake itself unharmed. Sometimes, especially in cases like these, Kurama really hated magic.
Kurama waited at one table on the far end of the hall. All the exits were guarded by overly-cheerful elves soliciting passing students to come and celebrate with the "birthday thing." It was better than 'birthday boy,' but not by much.
For all his efforts to the contrary, the school's congregation of House Elves had, once again, managed to trap him in the Great Hall with cake, party favors, and a stupid little party hat that one Elf kept trying to hang festively on one of his ears. He was amazed at his own restraint thus far, having only threatened an unforgivable curse on his pint-sized tormentors.
The cake, this time, was a multi-layered thing with more frosting, fondant, and sugar flowers than absolutely necessary. The candles numbered something in the hundreds, yet somehow the nuclear heat from their combined flames only melted the face of anyone nearby, leaving the cake itself unharmed. Sometimes, especially in cases like these, Kurama really hated magic.
Kurama waited at one table on the far end of the hall. All the exits were guarded by overly-cheerful elves soliciting passing students to come and celebrate with the "birthday thing." It was better than 'birthday boy,' but not by much.
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