"Well, that was just like old times," Fred quipped as everyone was shuffled out. He had nearly fallen off his perch when he had seen the boy that Angelina had called hers. Crap, he had a mini-me. Or, he supposed, he and George did. "Of course, there's no Auntie Muriel or Death Eaters to break up the wedding. How tragic."
He watched the auror move about the room. His nephew. Ginny's. Who married Harry (big surprise there). Hermione had married Ron and he wondered if his little brother was as hen pecked as he had been when Fred remembered him. Bill and Fleur were obviously married, he had attended that ceremony. Then there was George and Angelina. Which left Charlie and Percy. Charlie never seemed like the type to settle down and he couldn't imagine anyone taking the pole out of Percy's arse long enough to fuck him.
"So lets get on with your boring job, Jamsey-boy. Though it can't be too boring if you got hexed by Moldywarts and lived to tell the tale."