Percy had gone to work like he usually did. It was his birthday, but he hadn't celebrated in so many years that it never occurred to him that he should take the day off or do anything special. He was a year older; he wasn't sure why people even celebrated.
The day went relatively smoothly. No major crimes, no owls from Umbridge, no Death Eater attacks on Muggles, Tonks was home. All in all, he considered it a pretty good day, testament of how much his expectations had lowered.
At the end of the day, he walked home. As soon as he got in, the smell of food was obvious. "Dear Lord," he mumbled under his breath. Either Cass had tried to cook, in which case he should be happy that the house was still standing, or Bones was here, in which case he'd find a reason to go back to the office in another or so. He walked into the living room, ready to deal with the infernal woman, only to find that Cass was alone. "Please tell me you didn't cook."