Jan01

Bellatrix Lestrange tip-toed as quietly as she could, sneakily bypassing three sets of guards. As she entered her target room, she shed her outer robe, and held an offering before her.

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday, my Lord, Happy Birthday to you!”

“Bellatrix?”

“Yes, my Lord?”

“Put your clothes back on. It’s not my birthday.” There was an awkward pause as Bellatrix covered her scantily clad body with a pout. “Bella?”

“Master?”

“Leave the cupcake.”

Jan02

Bellatrix manoeuvred past five sets of guards, and tricked two wards into believing she was blood-kin to the Dark Lord. Upon reaching the same room, Bellatrix dropped her robes, and held her hands out, offering already in place.

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday my Lord, Happy Birthday to you!”

“Clothes on, not my birthday, leave the cake.”

Mar16

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy-”

“Clothes! Not! My! Birthday! Leave! Cake!”

Nov27

“Ha-”

“NO! LEAVE THE CAKE! CLOTHES! LEAVE ME ALONE!”

Dec31

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday my Lord, Happy Birthday to you!”

“Thank you Bellatrix, I’m glad you remembered.”

“I brought you a cupcake, Master,”

“You’ve given me a cupcake every day this year. Where’s my real present?”