Dear Bhadak,

On this most magical day of the year, when the stars align ✨, the owls hoot melodiously 🦉, and the Sorting Hat whispers "Caution: fiery temper ahead" ⚡, we celebrate *your* existence. 🧙‍♀️

From the moment you burst into this world, like a rogue Bludger in a Quidditch match 🏏, life has never been dull. Your temper could put a Hungarian Horntail 🐉 to shame, and your knack for clumsy chaos reminds me of a drunken troll 🏰 in the Great Hall. But hey, every wizarding family needs its *Bhadak.* 🎩

You’re like the wand in Ollivander’s shop 🪄 that chooses violence... I mean, the wizard. Yet, you wield your quirks as masterfully as Hermione wields her wand (though Hermione might not use hers to fling household items in fits of rage 🏠).

If I were to conjure a Patronus 🦄, it’d probably take the form of you yelling, “Stop being dumb!” at me—ironic, considering who usually sets the Room of Requirement 🔥 on metaphorical fire. But that’s what makes you, *you.*

Here’s to another year of spells gone awry 🔮, potions brewed with “creative” flair 🧪, and countless moments of sheer madness 🏰. May your cauldron always bubble with joy 🍵, and may your Howlers 🗣 never outnumber your happy memories.

Have a magical birthday 🎉, dear Bhadak. Remember, even when life feels like a cursed Quidditch match 🏆, you’re still the Keeper of our hearts 💖 (and the best *Bhadak* I know).

Mischief managed! 🪄 I await your owl 🦉,

Your Partner in Crime

Albus Dumbledore