Hermione gratefully sank into her reserved seat. Crossing the room the large room took her forever. Well wishers stopped her every few steps, each one sapping her already depleted stamina. She sighed and wiggled her toes. Hiding those torture heels had been the right call. She noticed Marcus's concerned expression and gave him a reassuring look. She hoped the meal and a chance to sit would recharge her batteries. Though she did worry slightly about how she would consume said meal. Also concerned, Luna watched her out of the corner of her eye as the hall staff served the salad course. Hermione picked up the thick fork, delighted to discover the heavy weight calmed the tremors enough for her to be able to eat. When Graham slyly sliced her steak with slicing hex. Luna thanked him properly. By the time the newlyweds opened the dancing, Hermione felt rested. While it would still be an early night, she would at least make it through a good portion without difficulties. She and the best man joined on the dance floor for a song. Rodolphus stole her to sit out for a bit before Marcus collected her.