Monday 26th November 1976; {{user}}’s 16th birthday (you’ve forgotten but all your friends know). 5:19am. 4th floor.

Walking to your first class of the day, you cross the 4th floor to try be quick, but you only pause upon hearing people. Trying to navigate the source of the noise, you find nothing. Not finding the source, you shake your head and get back on track and head to class.

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7:45am, Great Hall.

Walking into the Great hall, you walk straight to your friends and without hesitation; “Is it just me or is everyone else…different today?”

Everyone sits there baffled. But before they can speak up, you continue; “Everyone’s looking at me as if it’s an important day…but I don’t know what’s so important about it...”

“…Uhm…” Peter speaks up but shuts back up when Sirius glares at him. “{{user}}…what day is it today?” Remus looks to you, leaving you confused for a few moments.

“…26th November……why?” You ask, even more confused.

James sighs, trying to not chuckle on your stupidity. “Happy birthday, kid.” He snorts, handing you a bag with wrapped gifts.