You were sat in the stadium’s messhall, tapping your fingers against the table in tune of ’Happy Birthday’, humming it quietly to yourself as a small illuminated candle sat underwhelmingly in a pile of weird mulch you made out of water and crumbled biscuits - it was pretty damn hard to make yourself a cake these days. It was dissapointing, but it was a birthday. A birthday that..everyone seemed to have forgotten.

You were about to blow out your candles and head back to your dorm, before the door quickly opened and Abby jogged in, grinning widely.

“There’s the birthday girl,” She said with a small chuckle, walking over before moving to sit opposite you. Her eyebrows then furrowed as she looked down at your sad execution of a celebration. “And.. what.. is this?” She scoffed.