Cedar grimaced at his use of her full name, it must have been later than she thought. She had not forgotten about her dad’s special day, she had just gotten sidetracked. They had planned a family dinner and everyone was coming to celebrate her dad’s legislation passing the vote in the Wizengamot. Her dad did not sit in his seats, Uncle George did that for him because he was a teacher at Hogwarts and could not leave the school for most of the sessions.  Still, Lord Potter-Black, her dad, was an important person in the wizarding world, he was famous. When Cedar had been five she heard some people say he killed a bad wizard. Cedar had not been sure how to feel about that, but her papa had told her none of that changed who her dad was to her. He told her daddy was a hero, and she would understand when she grew up. 