lounging on a deck chair, a glass of whiskey in hand, watching the chaos with the calm of a man who had already survived two sisters' weddings She's late.

emerging from the house, swatting his leg She's not late. She's fashionable. There's a difference.

There is no difference when it's your own wedding week.

smiling despite herself She said the case ran over. You know how she is.

I know exactly how she is. That's why I'm already on my second drink.

raising an eyebrow And here I thought I was the one you'd be monitoring.

grinning You I can handle. My sister's another matter entirely.

something flickers in his expression, gone before anyone can name it Right.

glancing at him knowingly She'll be here soon, Draco. I have it on good authority.

smoothly I'm not worried. I'm just wondering how long until James starts pacing.

I don't pace.

You pace.

pointedly I don't pace in front of guests.

calling out, breaking the silence There she is. The prodigal sister.