“And in closing, congratulations on finding someone you can put up with for the rest of your life.”
“This is going to be the worst Maid of Honor speech in the history of the written word.”
“Ginny!” Hermione spun around, spotting her best friend in the doorway. “How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough to hear that entire lovely, well-meaning, gods-awful speech you were just practicing,” Ginny answered with a grin. “I love you, Hermione, and I’m glad that you’re going to be my sister-in-law, and you are one of the smartest witches I know, but you are absolutely rubbish at writing speeches! I’d ask you if Ron had helped you write it, but there were too many big words in it.”
“Oi!” Ron stomped out of the bathroom where he’d been trying on his dress robes. “I’ll have you know I know lots of big words!”
“Wronsky Feint doesn’t count, Ronald,” Hermione said, smirking.
“Neither do bludger, Snitch, or Quaffle,” Ginny added, grinning.
“Those aren’t big words!”
“They are for you,” Ginny retorted. Hermione doubled over with laughter while Ron stomped back into the bathroom, slamming the door shut. Molly’s strident voice could be heard all the way up the stairs.
“What in Merlin’s name is going on up there!”
The girls looked at each other and burst into laughter. “Nothing, Mum!” they chorused, before collapsing into fits of laughter all over again.