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

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[c_macaulay]

Camilla didn't know what to say. After lying low for what seemed like aeons, here Bunny had popped up like some macabre jack-in-the-box on a time-delayed circuit. Not only that, it seemed death hadn't improved his wit, which had been poor enough to begin with ...

And he and Henry had been such good friends, once upon a time, when the twins had first met them both. (It had been from Bunny that Henry had found out the true nature of the twins' relationship, for that matter, though Camilla never knew that.) Camilla couldn't even find it in her heart to be angry. She'd be angry when the shock wore off. For right now, all she could think was what a terrible shame, and simultaneously, good God, is he going to try obliviating anyone again?

Wide-eyed, panicking, she looked around for her bouquet with the wand concealed in it -- she'd laid it down, somewhere or other, so she could smoke a cigarette, and now she couldn't remember where on earth it was, and she wasn't sure if she could do wandless magic to accio it properly. Her eyes

[fabernathy]

"Well, he wouldn't be Bunny if he did, would he?" Francis drawled, calming slightly with the effects of the cigarette. "He would be-- oh, I don't know, someone with sanity and class, and a better life expectancy than something that runs out onto the road to get wedged under the tires." The irony of the fact that 'something running onto the road' was their original excuse for all the blood, the night of the farmer's murder, escaped him. His point was merely that Bunny really was practically looking to get killed, this time.

His suspicions not forgotten, but momentarily deterred, Francis looked off after Bunny and Charles and huffed out a puff of smoke. "God. I suppose he must have... picked it up from somewhere. Someone talking." Henry wasn't the only one who suspected Charles, but Francis was not in a million years going to voice that idea.

"You don't suppose it was that awful Evans woman, do you?"

[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

[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.