A rhythmic ding ding let Draco know that the cake was finished. After finishing with the icing he had been pacing the length of the kitchen anxiously, sneaking a look inside the oven every few minutes to watch the batter. So that’s why he wasn’t completely surprised when he opened the door and saw that the cake was mercifully not burned to a crisp but a nice golden hue. It was still rather uneven and lumpy appearing.