Novel & Cerita Ravenclaw Cake

why would anyone decide to eat onion rings and spaghetti? "Bryan!", the familiar voice called out to me from somewhere, I searched the hall and spotted Carmiella waving in all enthusiasm. I walked over to her table where she sat with what I assumed was her click. "Hey, Carmill", I greeted unaware of the nickname that just slipped out of my mouth. It suites her though. I took an a seat next to her. "Guy's this is Bryan my new flatmate, he's staying with us for the rest of senior year", she said referring to everybody while opening her paper lunch bag. "Hey I'm Tessy", a pale dyed purple hair girl said reaching out her hand for a hand shake. I nodded my head in courtesy, she took back her hand

The laughter and conversation of children, travels to Melody. The Next afternoon, a cloudy day, sun peaks through, above the horizon. Dark blue grey choppy swells, cool breezes, salty mixes with barbeque smoke pouring from the grill. Pink ribbons line the deck fencing, with bows marking each post. Melody has set up additional tables for food, the cakes and presents, all with frilly white, purple and pink, table cloths. The lavender cake is three layers, lemon, and buttercream icing decorated with a fondant crown. Melody ordered it from a nearby bakery shop. It sits on the folding table beside the punch bowl and the paper plates printed with small gold crowns.

She is not like the others. “She is worse,” I said. “Don’t forget that.” Ragnar huffed. I could feel his unease. I can smell her even through the screen, he said. She smells like lavender and warm earth.There is something special about her, Cassian. She cannot be evil. “Stop saying that,” I growled quietly. “You are letting her angel face fool you.” On the screen, Raven picked up her fork. Her hand still shook a little. I could tell. I knew fear. I knew shame. I knew how it looked on people.

“No, that’s tomorrow. But today we’re supposed to work on our own pieces, it’s part of our coursework” “Oh.. and what piece are you working on?” “Actually, it’s a raven. I saw him at the lake the other day, but I haven’t finished yet”. “Well, now that’s suitable, isn’t it”. He smiled as he leaned against the counter. “A raven by Raven”. “Well, he was beautiful, I couldn’t resist”. “Your mother thought so too, that’s why she named you after them. So, anyway, how was the party?” “Umm, you know, the usual”.

Raven places a beautiful bow that is hand carved out of yew and heavily decorated in Viking knot work into my hands. “Thank you, Alpha Raven this is stunning. Thank you, Alpha King Osric,” I nod my head to Osric, when I turn to my people who are all clapping and cheering. “Luna Liliana!” Ryder leads the pack into cheering for me, before they kneel in submission for Ryder and I. Ryder quickly shifts and begins to howl making every one of age, and those who aren’t with child, shift and howl in response. I can’t help standing, holding my belly, watching my beautiful mate as a large black wolf with a white patch on his chest and just below his jaw, howling before me.

She stared at me like she didn’t know who I was anymore. But I knew. I was Raven. And I’d just seen the beginning of the end. I knocked once before pushing Selene’s door open, the tray of delicately arranged pastries balanced in one hand. “Hope you’re hungry,” I murmured with a smile, stepping inside and letting the door click shut behind me. The scent of wildberries and warm sugar floated up from the small stack of shortbread cookies and honey-glazed puff pastries, each one carefully laced with just enough wolfsbane to start dulling her senses, bite by bite.

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.

Ignoring the 2 ladies, Helena surpassed a paper container over to Raven. "This is... Umm...... To explicit my apologies to you." "What?" Opening it, he observed a freshly baked apple pie. It changed into in reality hand made. "Oh, thank you. I changed into beginning to experience a chunk hungry actually." Raven crammed a bit into his mouth with no wariness. Naturally, the onslaught of criticisms began. "Hey, display me a few alertness, okay!?" "What if it had been poisoned again!?" "What will be the factor of poisoning me again? It's pretty delicious, actually. Or are you ladies speaking approximately a witch's poison apple? It's now no longer like I'm Princess Snow White."

7:00 pm, I stared at my phone once again to see if I had any missed calls or messages, but there were none. I had gotten him some cufflinks made of black diamonds. The cufflinks exuded a noble aura and their black color, excluding an aloof and cold beauty. It was a lucky find, and its color reminded me of Morgan's dark, stormy eyes and his cold nature. I had told them I wanted express delivery, thinking Morgan would receive it as early as possible and decide to call me.

The black and white theme worked with little highlights of gold here and there. A spread of food and treats lined one wall with the three-tier cake with its white frosting and black cutouts of wolves racing up to the top tier where a custom moon topper sat saying ‘Prince or Princess.’ The bakery chef and I are the only ones that know the top layer of the cake contains candies that will reveal the genders. I have had to do my best to keep the knowledge safely stored in a far corner of my mind where André wouldn’t find it. I want him to be as surprised as everyone else when Alec and Crista cut into the cake. The party, of course, was a huge success.