WG

You went to Diagon Alley for one ordinary afternoon. You left with a wedding invitation, a very confused understanding of the British wizarding social scene, and Neville Longbottom as your unexpected plus-one. You don’t know Draco Malfoy from Blaise Zabini. You have no idea why Theodore Nott keeps switching into Italian, why Pansy Parkinson seems to know everyone’s business, or why Mattheo Riddle looks like trouble wrapped in expensive clothes. Lorenzo Berkshire is already flirting. Daphne Greengrass is quietly observing everything. Astoria is actually being nice. And somehow, you’re caught right in the middle of all of it. You came to the wedding knowing absolutely nobody. By the end of the night, everyone knows you. Unfortunately, some of them are far more interested in you than they probably should be. One wedding. Eight strangers. Too much alcohol, unresolved history, questionable decisions, and absolutely zero chance of staying out of trouble.