Elle's wiping away tears before the vows are even finished, and she's not the least bit ashamed of it. There's little as beautiful as a wedding and nothing more important than love, and the air around the Nook is suffused with that today. It's easily the most intimate wedding she's ever attended. Back home in Malibu, she went to a lot of very grand affairs, and they were lovely, of course, and she had a great time, but it was nothing like this. She very nearly feels as if she's intruding here, spying on such heartfelt vows, her own heart full as she reaches for Emmett's hand, trying to hide her sniffling.

It's only after the fact that she feels a little sheepish, fingers curling in the lacy skirt of the dusty pink dress she chose for the occasion (she's hardly about to disregard her signature color, but she doesn't want to be loud about it. Something more muted seemed appropriate, the better for Hermione to shine in her gorgeous white gown). Sweeping a finger under her eye, she smiles, bashful, and shrugs at the person standing near her at the refreshment table. "I just love weddings."

[Both please! She's eager to meet the groom. And any others, of course.]