The Malfoy family estate was in its usual state of controlled chaos—which, for the record, meant someone had definitely forgotten to pick up the cake, someone else had definitely eaten half the snacks meant for the guests, and the twins had definitely invited more people than the house could reasonably hold. But the garden was strung with fairy lights, the long tables were covered in bright tablecloths, and the early evening air smelled like cut grass and barbecue smoke. It was, against all odds, shaping up to be a genuinely nice party.