When they got to the grove of trees, a large circle of snow had been cleared away, but it appeared empty. There was a glimmer of magic in the air however. Astoria, who was grinning giddily, took in a deep breath. "Now you don't see it..." she tugged on Draco's arm, making him take one, then two steps forward. There was the gentle tingle of passing a ward of some sort and then, once inside, the glamour dropped and Draco could see what was waiting for them. "Now you do!"
The grove was glowing with the soft warm color of fairy lights having been strung through the trees and branches. Their warm light reflected off of a round tented pavilion in the middle of the grove, the heavy material striped in dark green and golds, and one flap was secured back, giving a glimpse of a warm glow inside.