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Finbar Quigley (_finbar_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

There. That pride in the woman’s smile, not at all unlike the pride Finbar felt after a good match – not necessarily a won match, but a good match where the team had clicked and played flawlessly – had him nodding slowly. “The bride,” he chuckled, amused and relieved that she at least didn’t assume him the groom. “Maura’s my niece.” He pointed out his nephew – a late teen with a resemblance to Finbar, though of a rather slighter build and height – who was setting up his chess pieces. “That’s her youngest brother, Killian.”

His smile widened with amused acceptance when she asked for his opinion. Briefly his mind flashed back, first to his own wedding, which had been an extravaganza of white and ruby tulle, and then to the more recent and far more personal wedding of his niece. “I think you did a great job of making it both Maura and James’ wedding and make it a celebration them rather than a two-in-one family reunion.” Which in his estimation was no small feat.