Theodore was early. That would probably become his habit, over the next few weeks; he did everything too quickly when the infirmary wasn't taking up his time. There was so much time in the day, it drove him nuts.
And he was especially ready to be at Zach's party, since he really, really needed a drink. It had been a very rough week, so much had happened that he'd barely processed it all.
"Happy birthday," he said, handing him the bag of presents that he'd brought. He grinned at his friend. "Don't open those now. And check them for hexes before you do."