There was a large silver cup on her bedside table, it was the original Tri-wizard cup whose replica remained in place at the centre of the castle's garden maze. Inside the cup was a collection of wrapped, hard-boiled sweets. Lily took a large handful, and the cup refilled itself to the brim with more sweets appearing out of thin air. She picked out a purple one from her overflowing hand and put it in her mouth before throwing the discarded wrapper on the floor. It tasted of blueberries and gooseberries before changing into cranberry recurrent jelly. Then it was Seville oranges and lime before turning back into blueberries and gooseberries again. Lily had only to think of a flavour pleasing to her palette, and the pastille would alter itself accordingly. It had taken her years to perfect the making of these gloriously tasty sweets, and they remained one of her proudest achievements. An added flourish was that, unlike regular sweets, they would stay the same size as long as Lily wished it, only getting smaller when she grew bored of the flavour and sensation of rolling it around on her tongue.