Dylan/James
Dylan stared at the note with disbelief. Married? This was a joke, right? It had to be. James wouldn't get married, and- Yeah, it was a joke. Only he didn't think so. So that left the question why the fuck hadn't he told him in person? When it fucking happened???
Heading straight for Jamie's room, he called out the moment he left his own room, a mixture of shock and amusement and indignation in his voice. "Jamie, what the fuck is this and why the fuck didn't you tell me yesterday?" He didn't bother to stay outside after knocking but only banged the door and headed in, figuring he and Sirius were probably not fucking minutes before they were due at work.
"Are we forgetting who our best friends since nine years are, are we?" he asked as he stepped through the door, leaning lazily against the wall, staring at his best friend.
"Married?" he asked more seriously. "Really? You're not just pulling my leg, are you?"