Finishing the job that Mrs Weasley gave him, Harry hoped to hide outside for a while in case she made him do something like try the bridesmaid dresses on. He was hopeful that she wouldn't call him back in, only because if he was out here then he was away from Ron and Hermione like she preferred.
"The lead up is definitely something," he agreed. "Fleur seems like a typical bride," he decided. "Whatever one of those is." Crazy he was assuming.
"Save a dance with your long-lost cousin?" Harry asked. "Sure, might raise a few eyebrows though." He wasn't looking forward to that Polyjuice that was for sure.