"I wish I could say that I baked it myself, but unfortunately, I have trouble managing even a simple sponge cake," admits Hermione, laughing as she reaches for a plate to help Flavia to a piece. There are few enough people that the cake's still mostly intact, and everyone has been able to cut their own slice from the bottom tier. Slices of apricot and strawberry are delicately combined with mousse between the layers, with tiny specks of orange rind dotted throughout. As Hermione slices a piece, she nods at one of the spheres on the cake, slightly more golden than the rest.

"I did have fun designing the decorations, however," she murmurs, almost secretively. Flavia isn't someone Hermione has shared her magic with before, but on her wedding day, Hermione can't imagine trying to keep all signs of magic hidden from view. As though on cue, the Snitch on the cake spreads its delicate wings, lifting from the frosting and darting from side to side of Flavia's head.