The dinner had been delicious and exciting. Ginny and Harry had taken about an hour and a half to meet and greet every single person that had made the trip to the wedding. The crowd was very diverse, from colleagues (Ginny’s whole quidditch team was there, and some aurors were already aware of the drugging problem and helping Harry with the undercover investigation regarding that), the whole of their respective and common friends, to former Hogwarts teachers (Hagrid, Flitwick and McGonagall were in attendance and quite tipsy). The mass was loud, proud and happy. All sorts of drinks were flowing as paid elves, wearing fancy little suits for the evening, shuffled and floated over the heads of guests to keep their glasses full. 