Emmet!
She hadn't planned many weddings (three! She'd planned three!), but
Clara had
definitely never been a guest to a wedding she'd planned. She and Sarah were friends because they both worked in Hogsmeade, but when Sarah had asked for wedding
help---ergh!
Clara couldn't contain her nerves or even
try to enjoy herself. She was too worried that the food wasn't going to come out on time, or that the lights weren't sparkly enough, or that maybe the Stebbins actually hated
everything and were just being too nice but the groom was a
solicitor and was plotting some way to sue her for something that she'd never be able to understand because law jargon was just not her specialty and----
"Lucy! Out of the chocolate!"
She watched as Marcus (who had picked up his sister to let her dip her hands into the chocolate fountain) put Lucy down quickly and then tug her away, the two going off in a fit of giggles. Clara supposed she should be happy that the children in attendance were having fun, and the adults seemed to be having fun too, and realizing she was just going to
annoy people by asking them if they were having a good time, she stomped back to their table, to Emmet, and dropped heavily onto his lap, staring out at the reception.
"It's nice, right? The party?" She wiggled and then looked down at her husband with a pout.
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