A rousing cheer went up from the crowds at Harry's words. Myfanwy leaned over and kissed Angharad first, perhaps a little too passionately for a wedding ceremony, but this was a magical wedding and pecks were for prudes. As Angharad proved spectacularly a moment later, by scooping Myfanwy into her arms and carrying her into the special, soundproofed marquee ... where they would carry out their Bedding Ceremony, assuming they could both stop giggling long enough for it.