Jacob stumbled back over to the rest of the team, his face was still covered with the cake. He quickly wiped the icing from his eyes, and looked around at everyone. "That Cake Is Evil!!!" he yelled pointing at the Qudditch Stadium shaped Pastry. He would advice that no one ate it. But it was a celebration, can't kill everyones fun. He just licked his lips from the cake. It is a good cake. Evil! but delicious. Jacob shook his head. Why was it so good? He needed more... must resist cake temptation!