It was probably not the most prudent thing in the world, to be glaring daggers at the bride during the wedding because you hero-worshipped the groom, all the while sitting with a date that you had asked, and found yourself perfectly smitten with. And yet, this was Greta Catchlove's predicament, as she was enjoying what was otherwise a spectacular evening with Kingsley. True, Gabriel Corner had always been unattainable, though she fancied him terribly at one point, but there were moments! There had certainly been moments. And he had already been with Mary MacDonald, surely this meant Gryffindors were to his taste! Not to mention all those disasters they'd weathered through together in the Prophet offices. If he found all of these moments to be meaningless, that was fine—but then he had to go and marry some snotty Pureblooded bitch who was most undeserving of him, and that was just too much!
Realizing how awful and silly and childlike that attitude was, however, she tried her best to squash it, and turned the full wattage of her smile on her date, laying a hand over his. Kingsley got her silly to an absurd degree, however, with his voice, his calm manner, and how, no matter how ruffled her feathers might get, he was exactly the opposite. There was no need to get sillier over a crush on a now-taken man. "I am! I love weddings, even if they are a bit," her eyes fell on the miniature fireworks display over the center of the table, "lavish. Oh, what about you? Thanks, for coming with me! I hate these things when I'm by myself."
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