Her four-step, unsophisticated plan was thus: get breakfast, take a quick trip to the Ministry to file some unsavory personal paperwork, go shopping for decorations at a muggle party supply store, and maybe go get ice cream if she thought enough time hadn’t passed. Turned out there wouldn’t be time for ice cream because they spent hours at the party store trying to pick out streamers, noisemakers, and funny hats, you name it, it was purchased. Sirius Black was thirty-nine going on seven, and he wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest.