The guests were expected to wait their turn to congratulate Theodore and the newest Mrs. Nott in a receiving line at the entrance to the estate. Instead of subjecting the masses to the farce of a wedding service, the groom only requested they be there to celebrate the event that no one else wanted. Hermione felt sorrow for the poor girl weighted down by the massive diamonds from the Nott family vault. She couldn't be more than eighteen years old newly married to a wizard in his late nineties. Even as she tried to keep a bright smile on her face, it was evident that she was terrified. What sort of cruelties was she going to be subjected to? The older witch didn't even want to fathom. Yes, her own marriage had been coerced, but at least she had had the opportunity to do some living before it was. And, it wasn't as if she was shackled to a grotesque. Considering wizarding genes, Antonin wasn't that much older than his bride and he was still quite handsome. There were worse fates. Mrs. Nott was a testament to that fact.