It was hardly the worst birthday she ever had. That distinction went to her thirtieth birthday nine years earlier. Fully aware that her husband had some elaborate party waiting for her back at home, she did whatever was necessary to stay at the Ministry. It was rude to leave their guests waiting, but she was angry that despite telling Antonin over and over again that she didn't want a party, he'd planned one anyway. Either he wanted her to know that it was happening or he was the worst surprise party planner she'd ever known. Thankfully, a known traitor to the regime was captured by Snatchers mid-afternoon. Although it was customary to leave their new arrests in Level Eleven for a day or two to sweat, and therefore make them more compliant inside the interrogation room, she'd ordered him placed in a locked side room immediately.