She recognised the nature of the final question. Would her father be coming after him with a Muggle shotgun or not if he ever found out about this? "I do think it was afterwards. I can't be sure, of course, but I think it was after. Don't worry... I'm almost sure we did everything in the right order." The order which wouldn't have her parents up in arms. One might think that at twenty-four, she could take care of herself, but sometimes it was apparent that her mother and father were of an opposite mind.
"You're alright with it?" She asked suddenly, realising that in all this she'd yet to consider how he might be feeling about it all. "Aren't you? I know it's soon, especially if you're just from July. And I know we hadn't exactly talked much about it... or made plans. But here it is." And suddenly the word 'surprise!' seemed apt once again.
She smiled slightly. "If not, I'll have to ask the imaginary bloke in the bedroom to look after me, you realise."