Disclaimer: Severus Snape is not mine, for today he is Dizi's and for the rest of the time he is JK Rowlings.

Author's note: This in no way is suppose to follow Canon, it is a comical sketch for a Birthday present, duh.

Of course, this sketch is dedicated to Dizi 85 for her birthday!

Green Balloons and Silver Confetti

Severus Snape pulls his pink frilly apron over his head and does a double bow at the back.

Taking a glance into his cauldron he hums, tapping a finger on one side, his mouth pulled into a tight frown.

(It just wasn't perfect yet)

He had been baking since the full moon, tirelessly adding chocolate sprinkles, vanilla essence and a touch of diced strawberries.

(but it still wasn't perfect yet)

She would be here within the hour and it was imperative that this was just right, it would be his most famous concoction yet, it would go down in history as the best thing that had ever been brewed.

(perhaps he would write a book about it, she seemed to be very turned on by books)

He circles the cauldron, his deep black eyes never leaving the bubbling contents inside, his hand clutching a large wooden spoon, a trace of stray chocolate lingers near his bottom lip.

Eagerly scanning his store cupboard he decides it is time for some radical action.

Removing the precious polka dot ceramic bowl he peers inside, yes this will do it just fine.

Stirring in the contents of the mystery bowl into the cauldron he allows himself a small smile, suddenly aware of the chocolate balancing precariously on his own lip.

"That's where you got to!" He exclaims, licking it gingerly off.

With a lazy flick of his wand, the entire contents of the cauldron soar through the air, landing in the perfect shape of a castle on the silver platter that lay waiting for it.

(it is perfect)

He is just in time, Dizi has arrived on the front door step.

Forgetting to remove the offending apron, he rushes to the door, a multi-coloured blindfold clutched in his hand.

He ties it carefully around her face, taking her by the hand and leads her into the room, where a multitude to green balloons and silver confetti litter the floor.

"Here you are my darling!" He whisks off her blindfold and hands her a silver spork.

She shuffles happily towards the cake, her fork decapitating the astronomy tower.

Closing her eyes in deep concentration, the cake melts on her tongue, an explosion of delightful flavours plays in her mouth.

"What is the secret ingredient?" she asks, an unfathomable smile dancing on her lips.

"Why, scrambled eggs of course."

(It would be the best birthday ever).