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[nitro_is_ace]

Ace is curled up in front of the fire, drinking that overbrewed mess she fondly refers to as tea. Blame the auror. Oddly enough, she's not thinking about explosions, or that explosives bunker she's been planning, or her trip to London with Mel, or even Tim...

Alright, maybe Tim a little bit.

But mostly, it's about birthdays. And the fact that hers is coming up in three days. She's wishing, very fervently, that she hadn't told Claire.