Harry Potter Slytherin Cake Novels & Stories

Harold urged everyone. Harry carried the birthday cake and placed it in the middle of the table, at the top. Lars took Keelin's hand and walked around behind the table, stood in front of the cake, and lit it. Harold looked at the three palm trees on the cake and said in a low voice “It should be ten times this amount.” "Huh, what did you say?" Sera stood close to him and couldn't hear well and asked again. “Ah, I see the bat is very detailed, where did you buy it?” Harold quickly changed the sentence.

She even had a stuffed toy badger she'd named Puffles. Her cake was a seven-tiered giant that was made up of the Harry Potter books. Each layer was a different flavor combination of cake and frosting. I needed to get those baked and decorated tomorrow. I'd assemble them on Friday at the party. Everything else was ready to go for that party. The meat, cheese, and fruit trays I provided would be a good accompaniment to the sugarfest of the cake. Natalie's mother had decided to use a separate beverage vendor for some signature virgin cocktails for the event. I was a little unsure about that concept, but it wasn't my party, so my opinion didn't really matter. I just wanted Natalie to enjoy her c

Everyone commented on how amazing it tasted. Several times, as I popped a tiny bite of potato or asparagus - yeah, I still didn't eat the meat - into my mouth and forced it down, I longed for the food in Sharra: the food explicitly made for vampires, the food that tasted like blood with a hint of whatever fruit or vegetable or meat it was. Dessert would be my cake, later tonight. It sat on a decorated table beside all of my presents. The cake stood tall. Five layers of red velvet covered in red fondant. The black frosting was piped over the top in intricate swirling designs.

Vivian pouted unhappily, so I had to change the topic. "...Today in the kitchen, they have cranberry cake and Black Forest cake. Which one do you prefer? I'll go fetch one for you." I knew my attempt to change the subject was rather clumsy, but it worked for Vivian. Sure enough, she deliberated for a while, then expressed her desire for half Black Forest cake and half cranberry cake. She then resumed selecting the materials for making the potion. I breathed a sigh of relief, watching her move her nose while discerning the scents amidst a pile of herbs. After a while, she held a few unfamiliar items and looked up at me.

"He said if I want the dragon cake to be authentic, I should ask you for the magnesium-sugar mix." I cursed Leo silently. The boy was a menace to national security. "Fine," I hissed, leaning in. "I make ze dragon. He will breathe ze fire. But you must stay back! And you must never, ever tell Mommy about ze watch." "Deal," she said, hopping down. "Make it purple. And make it big." For the next four hours, I worked like a madman. I wasn't just baking; I was engineering. I constructed a three-tier chocolate cake in the shape of a sleeping dragon. I used fondant for the scales and spun sugar for the wings.

I stood in the doorway, hands on my belly, making sure everything was perfect. The gift section looked beautiful, with piles of boxes wrapped in gold and silver paper, and a Harry Potter themed trunk made just for the cash envelopes and gift cards. We’d even painted their initials, M & K, on the front. The treat table was straight out of a sugar dream just as described as The Three Broomsticks Inn in the HP books. From personalized cupcakes, cake pops, Rice Krispie treats, cookies, and candy jars, all lined up next to the faux butter beer drink station. Sandwich boxes were stacked neatly on another table for those who couldn’t stay long. Everything shimmered with gold and black accents... si

He said and showed me the cakes inside a glass. *stare* I don't think she will love those cakes. I mean, yes, they are cakes, but I think it won't pass to her taste. What if she declares a war against me because I insulted her for giving her a low class cake? "I don't the all of them. Nothing more?" He awkwardly laughs. "Do you want to try our limited best-selling cake, Sir?" "Is it strawberry and chocolate flavoured? If no, then no thanks." I snorted. He chuckled.

Ding, ding, ding, we pull away to see Silvia standing on the stage. “Can the birthday girl please come to the stage.” Silvia says and I feel Octavia stiffen in my hold, she knows what’s coming. We walk up to the stage and our dads come through the side door attached to the stage, holing her cake; a Harry Potter themed three tier cake, the bottom layer is Green (Slytherin), dark chocolate devils’ cake, the middle layer is Blue (Ravenclaw), milk chocolate mud cake and the top layer is the Marauders map, with a silver wolf howling on the top, it’s a white chocolate and raspberry centre sponge cake. There is black frosted roses and other HP symbols positioned around it.

"You're not a passerby." Charlotte stepped quickly in front of him. Her expression turned serious as she fixed her gaze on his quiet, unreadable eyes. "No matter how you see yourself, at least to me… you are—" "Let's have some cake." Noah cut her off before she could finish. He had already looked away, opening the cake box beside him. Inside was an exquisite cake—a two-tiered mille crepe in a soft shade of lavender. On top sat an ornate castle crafted from cookie pieces, decorated with colorful chocolate accents. It was clearly a custom design, made with care.

Then again it was not surprising given her past experiences and Merlia could only hope that her friend would find someone who could help her truly break out of her shell. “Okay so we need to give him and he’ll instantly fall in love with me?” Morgana asked with a curious look as she observed the mini sweet cake that had small white frosting on top of it. Just looking at it made her feel hungry enough to think of sneaking a bite, but refrained herself from doing so knowing that it would be unwise for so many reasons. Just knowing that they placed a seriously strong spell in the cake sent gleeful shivers down her spine. Knowing that they had to give it to the prince and no one else, otherwise