He glanced down at the robes and felt his face burn in spite of all attempts to stay relatively collected. He cleared his throat delicately.
"Yes. That's...you're quite right, I think." He quickly shoved them back between two sets of brown robes.
The last thing he expected was for her to ask over him, and he studied her expression for a long moment, trying to decide whether or not she was being sincere. Strangely, he thought she was.
"Well enough," he said. "Considering...everything." He didn't dare say too much - not in public, but when she said he felt compelled to say something about the wedding, and even looked shame-faced about it.
"I am, too," he said. "But, it was not a good time. The Minister...I was working...and it's supposed to be a cheerful day. I don't think I could have lasted the whole ceremony without being hexed by Fred or George." There was a note of bitterness there, but mostly because of the birthday gift he'd received.