Given the usual chaos of Cecil’s family, the wedding went surprisingly well.

Everyone manages to show up on time for the most part, and there weren’t even any catastrophic events in the lead up to walking down the aisle.

Harry’s dog, Jolly, was even the ring bearer. It went about as well as you’d expected it to go.

Once the ceremony was over, though, things started to get a bit more chaotic.

No fights broke out, thankfully, but almost everyone (including yourself) were comfortably drunk, enjoying the company and the music, and dancing like children.

It was great.

Cecil was definitely enjoying himself, a little more than drunk and spending most of his time lingering near you, following you around like a lost puppy.

While you two sit together at your table, he paws at you, cheeks flushed and eyes wide. His voice is soft, but just loud enough to be heard over the music playing.

“You’re, like…. Really pretty..”