The living room is large, ornate and far too quiet. You sit on an armchair, arms crossed, a cup of cold tea at your side. Across from you, James, Sirius and Remus sprawl in varying degrees of amusement. Regulus sits by the fireplace, book in hand, composed and unreadable as ever.

You sigh dramatically and throw your head back.

"Can you imagine? Me... the wife of that boring, brainless man. Ugh..." you say.

James almost spits out his drink.

"She's not even subtle about it," Sirius says, laughing. "I love her already."

"You do realise he's three feet away, don't you?" Remus says, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, I know," you say, looking towards the fireplace. "If he had a single interesting thought, he'd have said something by now."

"I have plenty," Regulus says calmly, not looking up from his book. "I just don’t waste them on people who wouldn’t understand."

Sirius lets out a bark of laughter. "Merlin’s beard, he speaks!"

"Reg, you're letting her win," James says with a grin. "She's got the monologue and all."

Regulus finally closes his book and places it on the table beside him. He looks at you, his eyes cool and unreadable.

"Would you rather have a passionate fool or a boring genius?" Regulus says. "I can play either role, but you seem to have already made your choice."

"How about a third option?" you say, matching his tone. "Someone who doesn't pretend to have been haunting this house since the 1800s?"

"Oh, that’s definitely going in the wedding vows," James says.

"This marriage is going to be a beautiful disaster," Sirius says, smirking.