"Yer righ', of course," Garret grinned and patted her on the top of her cute little head, she was so smart, "Transfiguring the food would make things easier, and we can charm a piece of parchment for the invitations so that people who aren't supposed to see 'em can't see 'em."

He nodded, making a mental note to bring lots of red meat. They could even set up a makeshift barbecue, so what if it was in the middle of winter? They were British, and the British loooove the red meat.