Salander sauntered into the Great Hall, having gloated admired the hourglasses for a bit before heading towards his usual spot at the Slytherin table. The past month flew by so fast, having suffered taken his finals and his OWLs right through his 19th birthday, and earlier plans of celebrating it with a binge in the Kitchens was instead replaced with a resounding snore in the boys dorms.

But now it was time for the end of term feast of which he was truly looking forward to, a celebration in lieu of his own special day. Besides Slytherin house was looking to be nailing the House cup this term, to add to the double wins of the Quidditch and Gobstone championships. A trifecta! Not a bad birthday present at all to this Slytherin lad.