The snitch continues to buzz around Flavia. Hermione knows that there must be parts of the charm that she didn't quite manage to perfect, but for what the snitch is intended to be, it's certainly doing its job, flirting around each one of the guests that comes close to the cake. It's unintentionally bold, flying close enough to tap Flavia briefly on the tip of her nose before flying away again, buzzing around the mandarin oranges.

"It's not, actually," Hermione says with a brief shake of her head. "It's been charmed. A form of magic that I'm capable of casting. I should have really told everyone before the wedding, but I was a little impatient to be married." She smiles sheepishly, hoping that Flavia won't mind too much, and that hopefully the focus will be on the specifics of the magic rather than at Hermione for being capable of employing it.