Vianna gave the boy at her side a sympathetic smile as he rather hesitantly let her know he was ready, before then knocking on the doors. As was usual, Costa the little house-elf opened the door, and on top of her head sat a pointed, colorful hat reading 'Felice compleanno!' The little house-elf barely had a chance to open the doors wide enough for the pair, when a large crowd from inside the house was already stampeding in their direction, startling Vianna who feared for a second there that she might actually get crushed and run over. But not a single one of them attacked the girl; oh no, instead, they attacked Ferris, nearly tackling the boy down as loud 'Happy birthday!'s and 'Felice compleanno!'s began to echo in the air, and in a matter of seconds, the boy was being dragged into the house like some type of rag doll, and straight into the dining room where the large birthday cake with its eighteen candles and a small mountain of neatly-wrapped presents awaited, along with other food Costa had made for all of the house's guests. Vianna had stayed behind at the foyer, helping the poor little house-elf up to her feet as the poor thing had been accidentally run over during all that chaos.