Sundays were typically the day that Percy visited his father and his sister Felicity. There were some Sundays when Cat and the children would join in, but this particular Sunday was not one of those. In fact their father felt himself too ill to even join them for supper, the crotchety old man had kept to his quarters all day complaining of the drafts in the house. Percy had paid him no mind, much rather enjoying the company of his vivacious sister than the vitriolic attitude of their paternal figure. The two siblings had removed to the garden with the arrival of spring and were happily taking their tea amid the carefully pruned shrubs and weeded flower beds.

“Come on, Lissy, is it really necessary to pay tribute to another year of my life that has gone remarkably unoted by society in the first place?” Percy was saying, entirely baffled as to why his sister even thought a birthday party a good idea for him, nor why the planning for said event needed to start three months beforehand.
@”Felicity Adlard”