There it sat on her kitchen counter; all smooth pink butter cream icing and perfectly round chocolate cake beneath. When she had begun to bake this cake, it was in the hope that it would come out looking exactly how she felt: like rubbish. Unfortunately, her baking seemed to be at its best when she was at her worst. Okay, so “worst” was overstating things a bit; there were still stories that lingered around about some truly legendary shenanigans that she had got up to. Hell, there were probably going to be even more legendary times ahead.
But her mind digressed.
Ah, yes, there was cake, and it was lying to her. For a moment, she fantasized about grabbing her wand and sending the offending baked good into the nearest wall. That, however, would be the waste of a perfectly good cake. Instead, she snatched up a bit of scratch paper and scrawled out the following note:
Justin,
Made cake. Flooing over in a few, unless you have a date.
~Sal
Having done this, she threw a pinch of powder into her fireplace, muttered her best friend’s name just clearly enough to establish the right connection and then tossed the note into the green flames. With a sigh, she turned around and settled her back against the rough brick of the hearth, glaring at the offending, perfect cake and waiting for Justin’s reply.