The procession was so forced and faked that it literally twisted Bellatrix's insides. Why did they really have to go through this whole song and dance? The two of them, now, actually liked eachother. Even if they hadn't been destined to be together they were happy with one another in their own little fucked up way. They tortured muggles and had hot sex. That was enough, right?
Still she broke the eye contact with her lover and went through the motions of the day, marching with her Father and reciting stupid words and dealing with awful music. Although Rodolphus actually liked poetry she had no need for it and, seemingly, even if he did enjoy it the guy didn't enjoy the events of the day.
As they turned and marched down the aisle they had a little bit of time to at least exchange jabs before being broken up again. "Boy does that sound lovely, but judging by the look in your Mother's eyes she'd as soon set me on fire than trust me with five minutes alone with you." And somehow that brought a smile and laughter to her. She giggled, covering her mouth with the back of her free hand as they continued down the row.
"Too many people. Too many to count. Too many to thank. Too many to act not ourselves around."
Once they reached the end of the room she wanted to take his hand and run. How far could they get before they were caught? Sure their families were caught up in planning in discussions but somehow both of their siblings had narrowed gazes on them which meant they were being watched by hawks. "Tonight.. after everything? Midnight?" Because she needed that. She needed to see him again before enduring the next day.