Conveniently, the owl arrived to Faelan on one of his long walks around the grounds of Haven's Loft. Edward always flew along, sometimes in circles high above Faelan's head, other times close behind his shoulder, but always there.
He tore off a strip at the bottom of the invitation and, proudly, used a charm Gaius had taught him. He spoke the incantation and the ink appeared on the parchment at the direction of his wand.
Dear Gaius (and Regulus),
Thank you so much for inviting me. This will be my first wedding. I wouldn't miss it for anything.
Love, Faelan
He sent the note off with Edward and sprinted back toward the house. He had to ask Harry what on earth he was supposed to wear.