She grinned. She would have liked to take all of the credit, really, but honesty prevented her from it. "Most of it. I had to go over the glamour ward a few dozen times and asked Daphne to show it to me, And the pavilion is Mother's, I had her owl it to me this week. All I had to do was say I was working on something for you and she sent it right away."
Inside the pavilion, like most wizarding tents, it was bigger then it appeared. It was, however, still just one room. In the middle, an elegant round stove glowed warmly, keeping the inside toasty against the chill outside and warming a tea kettle that was just starting to steam. A low table was set with what looked to be a generous picnic lunch, surrounded by plump cushions and piles of warm blankets to sit on rather then proper chairs. It made for a cozy, private setting for a surprise picnic in the middle of winter.