Friday, July 7th ~ Afternoon
The grounds of Hogwarts had never looked better. Pomona Sprout was in heaven.
The hedges had been trimmed and were bristling with pride, the songflowers were trilling softly in the breeze, the creeping vines had twined up onto the tables and were gently offering passersby cups of punch or tiny trays of appetizers.
She had never once in her life doubted that Hogwarts was fit to receive royalty, but to have it confirmed ... Oh! She nearly glowed.
The guest list had grown a bit in the planning. It was a once in a lifetime event, after all, to see the faerie-people and of course to see the castle grounds in the summer. Luckily, Minerva hadn't seemed to mind.
Everything, thought Madame Sprout as she looked around the mingling crowd, was simply perfect.