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

It reads in amethyst, Script font:

You are cordially invited to a soiree hosted by Ariana Grande to celebrate Wattpad's official birthday party. Dancing, binge-reading and French baguette will be plentiful. We do hope to see your hungry face there. November 22nd, 2016 at the witching hour. Please dress in your best lederhosen and don't forget your floatation device for the present swap!

You take a deep breath and are about to walk inside, when the door suddenly swings with a cock-a-doodle-doo.

You're surprised to see Channing Tatum standing there in the flesh, all hot and buttery. You're not sure if you have the courage to talk to them right now, so you scurry inside like a(n) wee hedgehog and join the party, making a mental note to drum up a conversation with them later on over pizza pockets.

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

Twist and Shout plays loudly from the speakers and you can't help but do the box step. You had always shipped James Bond and Jessica Rabbit so you're not entirely surprised to see them crying together in the corner. Suzanne Collins and SallyMason1 are having a rap battle in the centre of the room, while several Thronies are gushing over the latest update of Bad Boys With Wings on their phones.

The whole atmosphere is electric. It looks like Marvel Universe on Jupiter in the middle of April Fools' Day and you can't imagine anything better.

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