Belvina was at the Ministry when she received the owl and gave a soft snort of derision. Intimate wedding, indeed. She lived in the same house, there was no way not to notice that all four of the men residing there had gone missing yesterday. She could understand why they hadn't invited her even though she felt somewhat snubbed - she wasn't exactly enthusiastic about homosexual marriages - and therefore sighed, resigning herself to scribbling a quick missive.
Dear Sirius and James,
I am at the Ministry and occupied for the rest of the day otherwise I would wish you well in person. Congratulations on your second wedding. Of course, I shall say nothing to the press should they ask.