"It is," Amelia said, nodding her head in thanks. "And not simply because I made sure my brother chose this particular vintage."
Terence was ridiculously susceptible to the power of persuasion (or, in this case, a well-placed shiny advertisement). He was too curious for his own good. Which was why he had been a member of every single club at Hogwarts despite having real interest in none of them.
She studied Stebbins of a moment, head tilted to the side. "Is it odd? Being the best man at the wedding of a woman you dated?"