As was custom of the bride, she was expected to dance at least once with a male from each of the pureblood houses in attendance. Most of them were utterly dreadful, and she found herself counting the moments until the dance was over in hopes that the next would be better. Among the most horrible were Antonin Dolohov, who spent half of the time ogling her, and Bellatrix’s husband, Rodolphus Lestrange, who seemed to be drunk out of his mind, as he kept stumbling over his steps and slurring on his words.