With only two days until the wedding, I find myself with the urge to strangle my wedding planner. I am paying that idiot of a woman to take care of the details I do not have time for. Coordinating an event of this size is simply impossible to do on my own.
If she makes one more mistake, however, I might have to lock here away in Azkaban. Why on Earth she thought seating the Minister of France in the back of the room was a good idea, I'll never know.
[Hexed to Dinner Party Death Eaters]
I suppose, since our gentlemen won our little wager, we should admit that you bested us. For now, at least.