"Bien, bien. Quite well, except that you have been nowhere around. This is what happens when you hide from old friends, is it not? I had not even thought you were in the country and yet I find you lurking amongst the magazines."
She smiled and leaned against the magazine rack as they talked. "I was just about to send you an invitation. You did know I am getting married, did you not?" They'd held off on sending invitations until the last moment, not wanting the wrong people to find out about the large event. It would be complained about by Bill's pushy Aunt Muriel, she was sure, but it was better for the least people as possible to know details until the last moment, particularly if Harry was there.