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Glenda hadn't a wisp of worry all day, and was it funny to think that one of the most relaxing days she'd experienced in her recent years was her own wedding day. They were blessed, she and Vinny, with friends and family that could take time out of their busy schedules to drop by the house for a lax celebration in the fields behind their house. She hadn't wanted to make a huge fuss out of anything, opting for simple refillable plates and a relaxed atmosphere, and whether guests decided to stay eight minutes or eight hours she was more than thrilled to welcome an old or familiar face.

She just, to put it simply, wanted to remember today as enjoyable and happy. And she hoped that everyone else would feel that way too.

When whispers of a of pick-up quidditch game began to run through the field, Glenda had encouraged Vinny and Tristan to go along. After all, with this many professional quidditch players popping in and out all day, it would've practically been sacrilege to not partake. Their departure, more importantly, gave Gleny a bit of necessary alone time, letting her mind, peacefully, wander to Gideon...

The shriek of happy child brought Glenda back to the present, and it was with surprise that she realized the sun had moved significantly in the sky and her two boys were returning to her with glints in their eyes and pride in their smiles.

"Hello, sir," Glenda greeted her six-year-old son with open arms. Instead of crashing into her, he tumbled to the ground arms wide and began to babble about how he was destined to be the next great quidditch star so he would really appreciate something a bit better than a training broom. Her eyebrows rose, and withholding a laugh, she pressed her lips together as she looked at Vinny from her perched seat on the ground.

"What do you think about that Vinny?" she asked aloud, most amused.