*The reception afterwards is just lovely, and Esmerelda has done her hasty work superbly. But in doing so she'd evidently made good use of Walburga's hoard of vendors and swatches and samples, and as she looks over the lawns of the Rosier Estate, at the musicians and flowers and immaculately appointed tables, Walburga can't help smiling in a self-satisfied sort of way over her champagne.*

It's lovely, isn't it, Regulus?

Although I'm not sure if I would've picked that exact tone of marble for the dance floor.