The air is spooky as you step up to the front doors of the carton. You're still a little bit nervous, so you dig into your pocket to look at the invitation one more time.

It reads in mallow, Bebas Neue font:

You are cordially invited to a soiree hosted by Tyler Joseph and Joshua Dun to celebrate Wattpad's official birthday party. Dancing, drinking and pastabox will be plentiful. We do hope to see your cliché face there. November 22nd, 2016 at midnight. Please dress in your best converse and don't forget your coffee machine for the present swap!

You take a deep breath and are about to walk inside, when the door suddenly swings with a blurb.

You're surprised to see Michael Clifford standing there in the flesh, all amazed and sensual. You're not sure if you have the courage to talk to them right now, so you scurry inside like a(n) duck and join the party, making a mental note to drum up a conversation with them later on over choux de bruxelles.

Once inside, the party takes your breath away. Everyone is already biting wildly on the dancefloor.

Trees plays loudly from the speakers and you can't help but do the dab. You had always shipped Sirius Black and Severus Snape so you're not entirely surprised to see them caressing together in the corner. J.K. Rowling and illana_ca are having a rap battle in the centre of the room, while several skeleton clique are gushing over the latest update of Cinderella's Coach on their phones.

The whole atmosphere is electric. It looks like Harry Potter on Phobos in the middle of christmas and you can't imagine anything better.

"Happy Birthday, Wattpad," you say with a smile, "Here's to another 10 years!"

(en vrai jsuis ko et en plus en retard) (jsuis grv contente pour les commentaires entre lignes sur l'ordi omg)