The plan, originally, had simply been to sign some papers with witnesses-- one each, but she hadn't been about to deny George the right to have his family at his wedding to celebrate with them.
Achnagairn Castle was a beautiful venue, the sort of place that she had always pictured herself getting married. It had been surprisingly simple to ward, simple befuddlement and memory charms working like, well, magic to make the owner cooperate, the place mysteriously announced closed for the day. It had even allowed Penny to put up some simple decor-- lights, mainly, and some flowers.
She'd decided to get ready in one of the castle rooms, taking her time to slip into her weddingdress-- a simple white dress she'd acquired some time ago for another event entirely, hair pinned up into a simple chignon, adorned with roses the same color as her bouquet-- before making her way to the event space where George-- and everyone else-- was waiting.