The mention of a wedding brought him up short. The Weasley clan was large. It was unlikely that nothing occurred in their world without at least one of them being involved.
"Huh?"
Fred then took a closer look at Madam Prince. Her features were familiar. As was her air. And more than the waitress at the Leaky familiarity. More like several years of trying to absorb every bit of knowledge a person decides to offer without actually looking like he was doing so.
"I have many wicked ideas. Always have. After all, you could just ask my family."