His hands came up around her as he laughed. "Are you? I thought you were about to deck me." She'd certainly be capable enough to pack some weight behind that punch, he thought. There was something strangely—or perhaps not so strangely, for him—appealing about that.
"You look beautiful," he told her, pulling back enough to let his gaze sweep up and down her. She, and everything about the ceremony, really. Weddings were still one of his least favourite things in the world, but it managed to not be quite so bad when it was an esteemed co-worker and friend. He'd begrudgingly mentioned that to Bianca, when he'd pointedly given her his good wishes before making his way over here, which she smugly received. Derek's reply had been merely to tell her she had the good fortune to get married at the start of the professional Quidditch pre-season.
His shoulder still hurt a little, from that one.
Twisting his head to survey the dancing guests, he then turned back to Mira with a half-grin, suddenly glad Vinny had pushed him into the last minute attendance. Even he had to admit weddings were a lot better when lurking in the background wasn't the first and foremost option for socializing. Having a beautiful witch to while away that time with certainly didn't hurt at all. "I did mean that, about the dance," he said. "I'm something of a master now, you know."
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