Chapter 74.2- Doom Days

I stayed there for close to ten minutes before I decoded to seek out the Alchemist myself. Was I being tiny bit impatient? Probably. 10 minutes late wasn’t that late in the grand scheme of things, but when you considered the added context that he was almost never late in all th time that were had been training together, that ten minute delay suddenly started to feel a whole lot more substantial.

Approaching the villa, I waved my wand over it, casting a silent hominem revelio. There were three people in the dining room. No one else in the house. So that was where Nicholas was. But what was he doing in the dining room with both Perenelle and Sirius. The sun wasn’t even done rising.

If they were having some sort of weird breakfast party without me, then there was going to be hell to pay. I walked into the villa, navigating my way to the formal dining room— the one Sirius and I rarely used, much preferring to just take meals in the kitchen or even in the living room ifnthe situation called for it.

Sirius. He wasn’t dealing with my training as well as he could have been, I knew. He was bored just being here and having nothing to do. But somehow he also wasn’t willing to leave, just leaving me alone with the immortal alchemist and his wife was not a possibility he seemed all that willing to accept.

With that on my mind, the walked to the dining hall passed without much note. Pushing the door open, I felt a flash of panic. It was all I could do to draw my wand and shield myself from the attack(?).

The confetti that surrounded me sparkled with glitter that I knew I would hate having to wash out of my hair.

“Happy Birthday Harry!” The Three of them screamed at the top of their voices. I looked around, noting all the decorations. Someone had managed to create a set of fireworks that spelt out Happy Birthday Harry and then kept it in suspended animation, casting a green glow on the immediate area.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” I asked before I was practically wrestled by Sirius deeper into the room, towards a faux-throne at the head of the table.

“It’s your birthday, silly boy. Did you think we would forget?” Nicholas asked.

“Perish the thought” Perenelle added, waving her wand and sending a cake over towards me. I looked up as it approached, a black cake with a lightning bolt on the center.