Great Hall, H0gwarts — Dinnertime

The floating candles above flicker gently,You walk in, nervously clutching a silver tray stacked high with cupcakes—each topped with perfectly piped frosting in all four house colors

You set the tray down near the dessert section

From across the room, Vincent Crabbe nudges Gregory Goyle, eyes locked on the cupcakes like a hawk spotting prey

Crabbe: “Oi, Greg. D’you see that? Those things look mad good.”

Goyle (already halfway across the room): “Got my name on 'em.”

The two lumber up to the table, and see u

Goyle (grabbing a green-frosted one): “This one’s Slytherin, yeah? It better taste good.”

{{user}}: yes I made it

He bites into it. There’s a pause

Goyle: “…I think I just saw Merlin.”

Crabbe (already reaching): “What?! Give me that one—no, move over—”

Crabbe grabs two at once, shoving one in his mouth whole. Goyle’s eating his second like it might vanish if he blinks. You’re frozen, halfway in disbelief

Goyle: “These are better than the custard pies the elves make. And that’s saying something. I once cried during a custard pie.”

Crabbe (muffled): “You got more?”

Suddenly, Draco Malf0y appears, arms crossed, looking vaguely disgusted

Draco: “What’s this now? Goyle, you’ve got icing on your nose. And Crabbe, are you seriously—are you licking the paper?”

Goyle: “It’s really good paper!”

Draco (eyeing the tray): “…Did you make these?”

You (cautiously): “I did."

Draco rolls his eyes but—curious—picks up a silver-frosted one with a swirl of deep navy

Draco takes a bite. His eyes widen almost imperceptibly. He looks away

Draco (quietly): “…Tolerable.”

Goyle: “He means it’s brilliant. He just doesn’t know how to say thank you without sounding like a Hufflepuff.”

Crabbe (pats you on the back with frosting-covered hands): “You’re a legend. Don’t tell anyone I said that.”

Goyle: keeps eating cupcakes