Michael, Ginny, Problems
Michael was late. He'd avoided turning up to the ceremony because he really didn't think he could stomach that, but the reception- He knew he wasn't going to be welcome. He'd gathered enough from Anthony's explanation - sugar coated for Michael's feelings, he was sure - that Stephen's dad really had a glorious grudge on him, all because his drunken son had chosen Michael as his stupid drunken experiment. Fuck. Stephen wasn't gay. He'd never made any indication that he was, he'd always politely removed himself from anything sexual in the dorm room-
He'd surprised Ginny, alarmed at Molly's odd weeping and the happy, choked up noises she was making. Ginny, he knew, would look beautiful, more beautiful than Daphne was going to look. And that wasn't from the heart of a bitter man. Michael loved Ginny a great deal. He'd chosen a rather sombre outfit himself, but there was no harm in making a statement.
"You went through so much effort," Michael said, offering Ginny a chocolate flower, bowing slightly. "I thought it would be stupid if you didn't get to at least enjoy a little bit of it. Even if it is the faces of disgruntled elderly harpies. Come on. Hopefully we'll be able to sneak in to the bar before I get turned into a log."