"Thank you for inviting me," Flavia responds, smiling. Hermione's joy and excitement is infectious--as she supposes it must be, on a day like this. She wonders what sort of bride Harriet might have made; there had to be a wedding photo somewhere back home, Flavia was certain, but whether Father would ever let it see the light of day was an utterly different matter.

Maybe she'd find out, one day.

Pushing those thoughts away for another, better time, she nodded in answer to Hermione's question. "It looks delicious," she says, marveling at the delicate sugar flowers and bright, glossy clementines.