Neville & Open
Neville had never been to a wedding before, which meant that when things started to get a bit awkward, he could look around, admiring all the decorations and the people in all their finery. Since his date had bailed on him, not that he didn't blame her, he was sitting with his Gran. A bit pathetic, but it did keep him on guard - there would be no accidental nose-picking or fidgeting, so that was something. And at the same time he could stop her from talking over-loud in derisive tones about the 'guady' candles and the portraits - she hated portraits for some reason - so he was doing everyone a favour.
He knew there were a few people who hadn't come for various reasons, but he was always going to come. Not because he agreed with the nasty way Mr Cornfoot had forced the marriage, and in turn neglected not only all Stephen's friends but nearly anyone with less than 'pure' blood - he didn't - but he understood the kind of responsibilities to family and the immense pressure Stephen must be facing, and if his being there would help, he would be. If the Ravenclaw boys couldn't make it, he thought, it might do Stephen good to have a friendly face around at least.
Having Malfoy as a best man was a bit much though, he thought during the ceremony. That was hard to stomach. If it had been him, he was sure he would have thrown up his arms and stormed out at that point. Then again he was sure his Gran would never do such a thing to him.
He would have enjoyed the next couple of hours on the lawn, if only so that he could walk through the garden, but Augusta insisted on dragging him around to every dull society person she could find - she of course knew all of them - and reintroduce him. It was nice that she was finally proud of him, and wanted to show him off, but he very much hated being brought to the centre of attention, and given the situation of the day he couldn't help but wonder if she didn't have some ulterior motives.
After that it was a bit of a relief to go to the ballroom, where he managed to get Augusta engaged in conversation with a rather shaky old gentleman and escape to a quiet, semi-occupied corner where he could lean against a pillar and breathe. Weddings, he thought, were hard work even for people who weren't actually involved in them. He looked across the dance floor at Stephen and Daphne. Hard to tell from this distance what they were thinking, whether they were at all happy.