AN: As has been previously mentioned, reviewers will receive pizza. This is not going to be a long chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter books or movies.
"You're here," grumbled Rodolphus.
"Yes, I am."
"Go away."
"No. You will not decorate if I leave, and we are directing half the guests to your house."
"Bella won't be pleased."
"Narcissa shall attempt to persuade her."
"She won't have much success."
Rabastan sighed and turned to the stairs. He wasn't going to get anything out of sticking around, that was for sure. He would try to find a recipe.
The cookbook shed some dust when he took it off the shelf. He hadn't used this one in a long time. Party Recipes to Drive Your Guests Away. Interesting title. Oddly specific to his situation, too.
He flipped to the section on salads, hoping to find something that wasn't actually poisonous. There was one called Raw Herring and Lettuce with Spoiled Cream Sauce. Possibly. Roasted spinach and old vinaigrette? Not disgusting enough. Old lettuce, burnt croutons, and goat cheese? Perfect. Now to pick an entree. Undercooked spaghetti with chocolate sauce? No. Boiled bagels with crabapple and old pasta? Yes! Now the dessert. Roasted chocolate cake with salted grapefruit slices sounded appropriate.
