"Yes, yes, we're going. We can go to my room. Uncle Charlie, Callum, I'm sorry. This is my fault; I should have known better." Uncle Charlie had been right. Even if there were plenty of older people here, this was his job and he should have known how dangerous it could be.
"We really did want to let you know that we are happy for you, and Callum, we haven't told Marly or Alastor anything. I thought it should come from you, and not the Weasley gossip mill." He looked at everyone. "Come on, let's pack up. George, leave that alcohol here. They can do what they want with it, and we'll send you cake some other night, with no visitors."
He looked at the two men. "Look, I know you want to kill everyone, and you are right, but if we could not tell Alastor, at least until after the wedding. Let Vic get married, and then I'll tell him myself or you can, I don't mind. It'd be a sad wedding with the bride and her family in jail."