A three layer wedding cake. Black frosting. White stars in the forms of specific constellations. I'll do that. Pink and purple sprinkled sugar I will also do. An editable me and Rose and Tardis made out of completely of sugar on top.
And frost on Earth and Gallifrey on either sides... I'll come over when you get to these parts.
I'm not sure I've ever baked anything that complicated before. Especially since, ah, my magic is still not currently reliable. I can try my best, however.
[He would be lying if he said he wasn't affected. Dumbledore stares far too long at the small piece of paper, holding it tightly in his fingers as a well of conflicting emotions rises in his throat. The colors of the petals are beautiful and fiery, like phoenix flames, and he knows without knowing that that's why he picked them.
He saves the note somewhere safe in his desk, making sure to keep it flat and unwrinkled. The flowers are put in a vase in his room, where they will stay until they dry and he can press them between pages.]
[Despite all the monsters; but let's be honest, that's The Doctor's life. It's when there isn't something like that going on that is harder to deal with - got a ping from Albus that the wedding cake is done and makes his way over there. At the very least has been trying to keep track of when Christmas is.]
Albus!
Done already?
[You know outside of the frosting and sugar 10, Rose and Tardis]
[as per usual, Albus is greeted with a hearts filled hug before carrying on. The Doctor then proceeds to inspect the cake but let's be honest he is going to be happy regardless. Albus Dumbledore made his wedding cake - you all]
It's brilliant!
Now, let's get to the frosting and the sugar me, Rose and Tardis.
[Dumbledore nods happily, honestly relieved at the good reception. He knows he isn't a bad baker, but he's used to having his magic working -- and he would hate to mess up an occasion as important as a wedding.]
Of course, of course. Where would you like to start?
[ The package is unassuming: small and soft to handle, wrapped in plain brown paper but tied with a delicate silvery ribbon. Inside is a hand-made striped scarf in Gryffindor colours, Albus' house.
When worn, the scarf will radiate a low-level warming magic to keep the chilly weather away from its wearer.
Inside is a handwritten note, the verse of one of the Sorting Hat's many songs —]
To Professor Dumbledore,
'... you might belong in Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart; their daring, nerve and chivalry set Gryffindors apart.'
[An antique journal is waiting for Albus, locked with a pretty key. On the first pages of the gift, the story of the three brothers is written - all from memory - and in impeccable handwriting. Then, after the story is done, a note follows:]
[The gift is sweet, making his heart ache at the sight of it. The handwriting inside is as familiar as it ever was, each loop and stroke the same as the boy he once knew so many summers ago.
He holds it to his chest a long moment after he finishes reading, sitting and drinking in the scent of the leather and paper. When he finishes, he tucks it safely away, pressing Gellert's now-dried flowers between the pages.]
[There were a few people Dumbledore aided against the dementors, but he knows who this is from without question. He reads the note with a small, melancholy smile and unwraps the chocolates carefully when he eats them.
It's still not entirely clear where he and Credence stand, but this feels like a nice sign.]
[Dumbledore smiles widely at the gift and the note attached. He's even more delighted when he feels the charm woven into it, the warmth seeping into his fingers when he starts wrapping it around his neck.
Anytime Dumbledore is seen outdoors for the rest of the winter, he'll be seen with the scarf tied snugly around him, bundled warmly to guard against the chill.]
Fair enough. Here, I have some food coloring -- hopefully enough to make the right shade.
[In truth, he's bought more than enough, as he starts to yank out tubes of color -- partly it was to make sure he had enough supplies, and partly because he knew it would be excellent for other sweets down the line.]
[As The Doctor mixes yellow and blue to make the green and red and yellow to make orange and adds the frosting to each. Apparently Gallifrey is very orange as that requires more dye. As they mix Ten breaks the silence]
[Albus stirs in the colors obedient, mixing thoroughly so that the colors even out. When Ten speaks, he glances over, curious even as he continues to work the frosting.]
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