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‘What’s this?’ Mum asked, frowning at the little envelope he had just chucked unceremoniously onto her lap.
‘Wedding invite,’ George replied, still making his way round the room flinging envelopes at people.
‘From who?’
‘From me.’
The room fell silent, gaping at him. Mum had frozen, staring at him as though she couldn’t quote believe it.
‘I’m getting married,’ he said to then all helpfully. ‘To Angie,’ he added, jerking his head at her. He saw her smirking.
The sudden noise was deafening; Mum gave an incomprehensible shriek, Bill, Ron and Harry congratulatory roars, Fleur, Hermione, Ginny and Audrey squeals of delight, and Percy rushed up to him to shake his hand. The kids all looked baffled.
Dad was chuckling, looking between George and Angie with beaming pride. ‘When did this happen?’
‘Ages ago,’ shrugged George, still having his hand fiercely wrung by Percy.
‘Just after Percy’s wedding,’ said Angelina, who was being hugged by Ginny.
‘And you didn’t tell us?’ demanded Mum. ‘That was nearly a year ago!’
‘Well, we weren’t sure about it,’ said George dismissively. ‘No point making a fuss if we changed our minds, but we’ve put deposits down now so we may as well give it a go.’
‘Don’t you ‘ave a ring?’ Fleur asked, seizing Angie’s hand.
Angie winced. ‘A ring is a bit…’
George held out his hands and shook them a bit. ‘Ooh look at me, I’m engaged,’ he said in a whiny voice.
Angie nodded. ‘Bit intense.’
‘George! This is in a fortnight’s time,’ said Harry, frowning at his envelope.
‘Nothing gets past you, does it, Auror Potter?’
‘It’s not much notice, is it?’
‘You can talk!’ snarled Mum, to general laughter.
‘Mum’s got a point, it’s better than the three hours notice she got with you two disappointments,’ George said sagely.
‘The point is, how have you kept this secret all this time?’ asked Ginny. ‘You can’t pretend this is a spontaneous decision, these are properly printed invitations. This,’ she said, tapping the schedule. ‘This is a proper wedding. A big one.’
‘No it’s not.’
‘Yes, it is! You’ve got a funfair and circus acts and-’
‘Doesn’t make it a big wedding.’
‘How many people are coming?’ asked Mum.
‘We’ve sent out three hundred invites-’
‘That’s a big wedding!’
‘It’s a big party,’ George emphasised slowly. ‘Where we also happen to be getting hitched.’
‘At this point I think the pair of you will just have to admit you like one another,’ said Bill. ‘That you may even be committed.’
‘Absolutely not,’ said Angie.
‘No need to be tied down,’ said George.