"I was writing with Eleanor earlier, and just kind of pondering with her on whether or not if we chose a date and owled Mrs. Malfoy if she'd be willing to work with us. More just so we knew when and had a bit more control over the situation, you know? I kind of doubt it would work that way, but maybe they would be more flexible about the location if I - we - approached her with what we had in mind. I just.. I don't know. I'd like our wedding to be ours, not just some template format thrown by the Ministry of Magic for this programme." Laura said as her mood began steadily improving at the planning focus on the wedding versus the politics of the current world.
"But, ugh, I'm rambling again. You're probably only being nice and humoring me, and I'm rambling about how I want our wedding to be perfect. I'm such an idiot." By that, of course, she was referring to the fact that he wouldn't be marrying her willingly or if he had a choice in the manner and here she was getting all excited about their wedding like a school girl with a crush doodling Mrs. Macmillan in a notebook.