Snape startled when Barty entered through a door at the side. Unconcerned by the tense atmosphere, the younger wizard stepped up to the table and set down a beautifully glaced cake. He tilted his head, licked his lips, seemingly excited. When the clock stroke midnight, they all could hear footsteps racing down the stairs. Barty weaved out his wand, and fifteen candles flared to life. Another chime. Harry broke into the kitchen and froze when the Death Eater stepped aside, revealing the cake.