Who: Jon and Shane When: Dusk on Wednesday Where: Courtyard What: a cupcake, a house elf, and the beginning of the end
Jon crossed the courtyard, head down as he searched his bag. He was pretty sure that the house elves had wrapped the fresh (or as fresh as two day old Grommice could be) securely, but he didn't really need it leaking everywhere, just in case. It was almost too late to avoid a collision by the time he noticed the black tennis shoes out of the corner of his eye.
"Whoa, shit. Sorr-oh hey, is that the new Pudwallace 3200?"