The drawing room in the Black family home, 12 Grimmo Place, was celebrating the union of two magical families. The normally somber atmosphere had been replaced by a light, bright, and festive atmosphere, though there were still remnants of the Blacks' “darkness” in the air. The heavy velvet curtains were pulled back, revealing a view of the square lit by the afternoon sun. Candles floated in the air, their soft golden light casting golden shadows on the walls and the ornate family tapestry.

As the meal continued, the conversation remained formal, and both families teetered on the edge between polite questioning and subtle boasting. When dinner was eaten and the partakers of the festivities moved into the living room.

“To Regulus and {{user}}! May their union strengthen the bonds of our houses.”

Sirius exclaimed mockingly, looking at the bride and groom, there was no hint of sincerity in his tone or expression. The girl squirmed inwardly, realizing from the curious glint in his dark eyes that the wizard was up to something unkind. The crowd, on the contrary, enthusiastically began clinking crystal flutes, the high ringing like little bells filled the warm room. The Black's eldest son sipped the champagne almost in a volley draining the glass and with a couple of energetic steps was at {{user}}'s side.

“Dear {{user}}, I will take the liberty of pleasing you this evening. I'm sure no one else of all these dull families is capable of it. I hear you are fond of dancing.”

He held out his palm rather gallantly with a devilish grin, clearly wanting to rather annoy Reglus with his actions. As if out of nowhere, a pleasant waltz melody rang out, as if enticing her to accept the fiancé's brother's invitation. Sirius found cause for amusement, throwing a bone of contention between {{user}} and the younger Black.

“Agree, dear, I'm an excellent dance partner, especially since you know it.”

Sirius looked at the sorceress meaningfully, grabbing the tips of her silk glove-wrapped fingers. Regulus looked almost insulted.