Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon

[seveninchmotto]

Technically, Isabelle wasn't having a birthday party. But, it was her birthday, and she was hanging out in her common room, and for whatever reason, the TV was playing various hit music videos from the eighties and nineties. (Not that Isabelle and her lack of pop culture knowledge could tell what time any of it was from, or by whom, but she liked it.) And there was also a ridiculous cake. Yeah, it was store-bought. So it was safe for eating.

Also, for some weird reason, part of the common room looked like it was decked for... maybe a luau? There was a garland, and a couple of paper lanterns, and a small pile of flower leis on one of the tables. Those had all been here when Isabelle had come in with her cake. So, don't ask her where they'd come from. (They'd be gone in about an hour, anyway.) She was just going to get herself a drink and wonder what a 'scrub' was supposed to be.

Whatever, this song was good.

[ooc: Open! Mod yer own pop songs if you want! Whoot, fake birthday.]

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[notconflicted]

Sia hadn't come into the common room expecting... well, anything out of the ordinary, so she probably looked a little surprised.

"Was there a party and I wasn't invited?"

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle shrugged, then gestured at the vaguely Hawaiian stuff. "All of that? Not my doing." And she nodded at the TV. "Neither is that, although I appreciate it."

A beat.

"I brought the cake, though. But there's no party to the best of my knowledge, unless this is the worst surprise party I have ever seen."

Not that she'd actually seen many surprise parties. Or any.

[notconflicted]

"It's Fandom. It could very well be a surprise surprise party," Sia said. "And that is an especially impressive cake."

[seveninchmotto]

"Thank you."

She probably shouldn't have looked that smug about it. She hadn't made it (thank goodness).

"I picked it out myself."

[notconflicted]

Sia had to smile at that, and asked, "What's the occasion?"

[seveninchmotto]

"My birthday," she shared, idly. As weird as it might have seemed, it wasn't actually a huge deal for her. "Turning seventeen today."

[notconflicted]

"Happy birthday," Sia told her. "I wish I'd known, I would have gotten you something."

[seveninchmotto]

"Thank you," Isabelle replied with a nod and a little salute with her glass, before waving her free hand dismissively. "It's fine, I'm waiting for something from home."

Probably weapons.

[notconflicted]

"Were you planning on doing anything to celebrate?" Sia wondered. "Or is the cake it?"

[pasunereveuse.livejournal.com]

"What is that noise?" Celia was more alarmed than anything else when she entered the common room, though it only progressed into mild confusion from there. "...is someone having a party?"

[seveninchmotto]

"The noise is the television," Isabelle informed her, glancing over. "No party, but there is cake."

And what a wonderfully over-the-top cake it was!

[pasunereveuse.livejournal.com]

Celia could only stare at the cake for a moment, then ventured, "...that is a cake? Are you sure?"

She'd seen some decadent sweets in her life, but that cake was an entirely new level of "decadent."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle looked amused.

"Well, it said 'cake' on the receipt... And also in the name of the business."

[pasunereveuse.livejournal.com]

"Fair enough," Celia conceded, smiling. "It's just very...ornate. Were you just in the mood for indulging, or is there a reason behind this very ornate cake of yours?"

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle shrugged and went to pour more lemonade into her glass.

"It's my birthday."

[pasunereveuse.livejournal.com]

"Oh, happy birthday!" Celia said warmly, clasping her hands together in delight. "How old are you? If I'd known I would have gotten you a gift."

She could always conjure something up, she supposed, but that somehow seemed...crass.

[seveninchmotto]

"Seventeen." As for the second part, she waved her hand. "And I'm getting something from my parents and everyone else back home, and I'm still expecting something from my brother, too. They know what I like, anyway."

[graveyardwolf.livejournal.com]

Isaac...had not remembered Isabelle's birthday. He was a guy, guys didn't remember birthdays. But, hey, he happened to be in the common room today so that was something.

"What's going on here?"

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle gestured all around the room with one sweeping arc of her glass-free hand.

"A grand party, obviously."

No party. But the TV had moved on to the Spice Girls!

[graveyardwolf.livejournal.com]

"Obviously," he said. "Your idea?"

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle pointed at the cake.

"Well, that was."

She was sure he was absolutely shocked.

[graveyardwolf.livejournal.com]

"...that's a pretty fancy cake," he said. "You didn't make it."

Not a question.

[seveninchmotto]

"No."

There'd been a minor cheesecake catastrophe in class just earlier today. There were limits to her delusion about her skills, contrary to popular belief.

"I didn't have time. Buying was easier."

[graveyardwolf.livejournal.com]

Isaac took a moment to put everything together. Everything being the cake and a previous conversation they had that he should have totally remembered. "Happy birthday."

Man he'd feel dumb if it wasn't actually her birthday.

[seveninchmotto]

What, like the player who accidentally made this birthday a day early because she can't read a calendar?

Isabelle smiled at him. And even clasped her hands together.

"Aww, you remembered!"

She didn't think he had. But he'd managed to put it together quickly enough, so that merited something.