"And no mistake!" Ginny laughed. She glanced about the marquee, with its twinkling lights, some steam wafting off the bulbs, reflecting the balminess of this late August evening. "Throwing together a wedding, proposal to vows, in.... two and a half months or thereabouts?" Harry remembered her saying something of the same at Teddy's christening, and he watched as she gnawed on her bottom lip. "That's definitely going to be a Weasley wedding record!" A beat, and then she sniggered. "Try saying that three times fast!"