Oh, disgusting! Thought Daphne as she turned her head away from Garret as he himself turned away from her. He was clearly so touched, he couldn't face her and was now wiping happy tears from his oddly bright eyes. Miss Hopton let out a little wail, hoping Davis would pop out of the oven and rescue her with his ninja skills.

There was a tightening in her chest as she saw her promising future of Gryffindor socialite, graduating, carrying her Papa's company and of course, marrying Nicholai Toussaint, come crashing down on her in cake shaped confetti.

"So," whimpered the girl, trying to break the uncomfortable silence and meet her duties of pitiful and unwilling girlfriend. "Want a piece of cake?" Then turning upon hearing the girl introduce herself. Bloody hell! She needed to speak up faster! Now she was doomed to an eternal life of wiping boogers from the coffee table. "You want cake too, Sienna Reeves?" Social Life killer.