mostly open RP (to invitees and wedding-crashers): Henry and Camilla tie the knot.

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[c_macaulay]

Sometimes things take a few minutes to sink in, and with a little shock Camilla realized what Henry's weirdly opaque words had meant (or what she thought they meant, anyway). Don't worry about him. It's what he'd want -- he meant Bunny. He thought Camilla might be worried about Bunny, even now.

Well, she hadn't liked having to kill him before. Everyone had missed him in a way, or nearly everyone (so Camilla expected), not the irritating fool of his last months but the old jovial gruff Bunny they'd first met. This, though, this time was different. Bunny was like nothing but a revenant, a bargain-bin Fury. There was nothing to regret in putting him down -- and that was how Camilla thought of it, putting him down, like a rabid animal.

Why, he's trying to take care of me. Camilla glanced at Henry's impassive face, rather touched by this. She'd stepped away from him a little, though within arm's reach, still holding hands; now she stepped back to his side, in full contact, and impulsively gave his hand an answering squeeze.

Closing ranks.

Surely Charles couldn't have had anything to do with Bunny's appearance here. If Charles had planned to sabotage the wedding, he'd have wanted to disrupt the ceremony. All was said and done now; ruining the party wouldn't change the fact Camilla was well and truly married now. So Camilla did not even entertain the notion Charles had anything to do with it ...

... did he look surprised to see Bunny, at all? It had all been so quick. Camilla couldn't remember ...

Charles would never do such a thing, anyway. Never. Charge in with guns blazing, yes. Sic Bunny on her, no.

Francis was talking. For a wonder, he actually had a brilliant insight to share. Well, Francis had always been quite bright, hadn't he, when he cared to apply himself? "Darling," said Camilla, thrilled. "That just might be it. God knows I wouldn't put it past her. The shoddy execution is just like her, too. What would you expect from a woman who sets her own derriere on fire?"

The Midsummer incident would forever live in Camilla's mind as proof Lily Evans had no class. That was far different from wearing George Weasley's pimp hat for a few moments out of politeness. Some kinds of public embarrassment were undertaken out of noblesse oblige (Camilla's), others out of sheer stupidity (cf. Lily; cf. Bunny).

[h_m_winter]

Lily might not have any class (Henry had heard the assfire story), but his bet was still on Charles. So far as he knew, Lily just didn't have the motivation for something that calculatedly nasty; Charles, however, did, scrupulously good behavior notwithstanding. Henry had little doubt Charles could be that sneaky.

"However he heard about it, thank God for Silas," he said. Up until now they'd never really needed to utilize the giant monk's bodyguard duties, but Silas would ensure Bunny didn't come back.

something that runs out onto the road to get wedged under the tires. It really was a pity there was no way to stage a car accident here--there weren't even any cars in Hogsmeade, sadly, and unless they could arrange some way for Bunny to go to London....

...hmm. That was something to turn over later, when he had both the time and the inclination. For now, he had a reception to circulate through, and a wife to comfort.