Bill and Fleur’s wedding— my parents being members of the order of the phoenix, and me joining since it was revived, has made us close with the Weasleys— not to mention that I am often mistaken for a Weasley at school thanks to my hair. We arrive at the wedding, Dean joining us as my date, now that we are finally together after years of will they won’t they slow burn friends to lovers. The ceremony is beautiful, and the reception begins soon after. There is dancing, chatting, and many congratulations to the newlyweds. I am able to catch up with my best friend Hermione, as well as Harry and Ron, but beneath the pleasantries, there is obviously something dark lingering. Even with all the festivities, it is hard to forget that we are on the brink of war. Still— this only seems to make people more eager to celebrate, not taking for granted the warm summer night of love and laughter.