On the desk of most Trainees from the Auror office, the desks of some poor souls in the WCU, and through the claws of poor sparkling Owls who had to carry it, some to random people for good measure. A card fell inviting the person to a beach birthday party for Gris, offering food, alcohol, and a beach.

To the dismay of many, whenever the smoke from the volcano left the card, it evaporated and transfigured itself into glitter that sprayed forth. Date, time and location are included on the back of it.

Come celebrate Gris' birthday! The big 2-0!

Drinks and food welcome. Partners, friends, and cheerful acquaintances welcome. Truth potion not welcome. If swimming in the sea, we suggest a warm swimsuit and/or lots of warming charms.

I'll be making a cake and sweets! Someone please bring the you know! Shhh[1]

~Fauna

1.	Fauna means gillyweed, but feel free to interpret otherwise!