Though this time, he was at a party undisguised for once, Harry nevertheless felt jumpy as he moved through the congregation, helping to clear away a pre-designated section of the tables and chairs to make room for a dance floor. He pretty much couldn't help the flashbacks of PTSD from the last time there had been a Weasley brother who stood before a crowd of well wishers and said "I Do." Images of flashes of green light danced behind his eyelids; the sound of distant, long-ago screams rang in his ears.