The clock was nearing just before midnight as George Weasley and Angelina Johnson stood solemnly before a bleary-eyed Justice of the Peace. The bride was in a simple white dress, accessorized with a kind of traveling cloak that was matching in color. George had managed to scrounge up his tuxedo from where he had only just rehung it in his closest following the celebration of his baby brother and sister-in-law. Those who cared about such things might have found the color contrast – white dress on dark skin, dark suit on white skin – jarring, but Angelina and George were two people who could have given the least damn about such things.