Harry Potter Slytherin Cake Novels & Stories

“Then we can talk decoration.” I placed the lily in my lap before the first cake was pushed toward me. Pistor explained that it was a rich chocolate cake, with a matching chocolate frosting. The chocolate, of course, came from the best source in the world and would be a symbol of wealth. But the cake was heavy, too much for me, and I politely declined it. The next was a vanilla base with strawberry cream and mousse—fresh and delicious, but not something that struck me as a birthday cake. I did ask Pistor to make it another day so Nicolais and I could enjoy it in the garden.

"Noted." An hour later, and Kate is true to her word. She threatens to stab me with her fork when I reach for a second bite of one of the cakes she declares to be "almost as amazing as sex," although by the expression she makes I'd almost swear that if I weren't in the room she'd tell the chef it was absolutely more amazing than sex. It's all a blur to me, a parade of confections with ridiculous names, like Quadruple Dark Chocolate Frosted Sugar Dream and Frosted Raspberry Afternoon Delight and Caramel Bavarian Custard Pie and Sweet Pink Champagne.