"True," Olive says, glancing around to see if she can spot them. "They, um, seem a little otherwise occupied." And yet they both seem to be making the rounds, too, talking to their guests, which is nice. She doubts anyone would blame them for being entirely caught up in each other at a time like this. A day like this only happens once, after all (okay, for some people it only happens once, but she feels pretty secure betting Ron and Hermione are among those people. Otherwise half of her childhood is a lie). She'd be the worst host ever in their shoes.

"Well, good. I don't want to do anything to mess with this. It's so pretty, Jesus."