Everyone who was anyone was present. Guests were arriving in regular intervals to fill up the manicured grounds of the Nott Estate. From an old family that could proudly claim to be a member of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, Theodore Nott had more money than sense, according to her husband. With almost as much money as the Malfoys, they were able to buy influence easily over the generations. Like the Dolohovs, all of the guests wore their finest clothes and many of the women were dripping with jewels. It was how many of the richest families showed off their wealth. Hermione was thankful that Antonin never saw the need to drape her in diamonds. She was far more than a simple trophy to him. Remembering their wedding night when he made it clear that he wanted her as a partner, she looked up at him and smiled. Taken aback, he softened his expression just the slightest and took her hand in his to face the crowds. She was grateful that he wasn't going to shut her out all night. It was so much easier to navigate the dangerous social waters with him by her side.