Dallin had the right idea last term. If she couldn't be home, and get a scrumptious home made cake for her birthday, she was going to get one from the kitchens. Probably just as scrumptious and elf-made. Just without the looooove.

But Ellie could live with that. For now. They could have a big bash over the Christmas holiday that encompassed, well Christmas, HER birthday, AND Aidan's...and her Dad's... Basically everyone but her Mum's because her mum had to be WEIRD and born in the spring.

So she came aaaaaaaaall the way down to the kitchens, asked a particularly friendly and eager house elf to bake her a cupcake...because she couldn't eat a WHOLE cake on her own... Okay, she COULD, but that was beside the point. She didn't feel like being mean to the elves by being selfish and wanting a whole cake to her lonesome. Mhm.

And as the little girly elf scuttled away to make her said cupcake, Ellie perched herself on the little elf-sized counter. Mhm. Waiting. Just waiting.