Stephen hated this. It wasn't like it was a shock to anyone, with the exception of his mother, but they had to go through this charade anyway. "I have some... interesting news." They weren't happy news, of course, just interesting.
"I'm getting married on the seventh of August. The engagement party is going to be on the sixteen." He turned to his mother. "I know it's short notice, but it can't be helped. And I really mean that. Hopefully you can help with the preparations. It'll be a cold day in hell before I let Bellatrix Lestrange organise anything. She's got the class of a half-blood Hufflepuff." Noble family, his arse. The woman had no clue what it meant to have class.