You were reading in the surprisingly empty courtyard when a delicate girl's hand fell on your shoulder. You shuddered and turned around slowly, feeling bewildered. Ginger hair flashed, making you focus your eyes on the curls. They bounced funny as Lily moved.

"Happy Birthday, honey!" Evans persistently handed you a small wicker basket.

The smell of baked apples with caramel hit your nose. It was so confusing. After all, you completely forgot about this day, but she didn't.