Verity was having what she thought was a surprisingly good birthday. She certainly wasn't accustomed to sitting at home and not seeing anyone on her birthday, but with the plague in Hogsmeade, there really wasn't much of an option. She didn't know what, but she knew that Montague had been planning on going somewhere, she assumed that he had trouble finding a sitter for Marlowe, because those plans had obviously changed. However, what made her day so special was simply that she'd been remembered. She had petulantly feared that only Montague would remember her birthday (and that only because she'd been dropping hints and reminders all over the place.) And yet she'd heard from a great deal of her friends, despite their personal troubles.
It was also completely charming to have Marlowe around on her birthday. Despite his apparent nervousness about the gift, he seemed to be nearly as excited as she was.
But when Montague excused himself she frowned and watched him leave. It was her birthday, what business could he really have that was so pressing? However, Marlowe immediately suggested a game of chess and she smiled and nodded.
When Ficus showed and told her that Montague requested her presence she wondered if something was up. They hardly ever used elves to summon each other. Of course she didn't want to make anything of a scene in front of Marlowe so she excused herself from their game and went upstairs.
She knocked on the bedroom door before cracking it open and gasping at what she saw. Quickly she stepped inside, her eyes sweeping what was once their bedroom. It looked exactly like the villa he'd gotten in Greece... even the windows... she was tempted to look back out of the door to make sure he hadn't turned the door handle into a portkey.
"Monty?" she called timidly, looking around still in awe.