At the moment, Jo was standing near the refreshment table nibbling on a small sandwich (her third in the past ten minutes), as her dark eyes watched the guests and wedding party, a small smile on her lips. She was drinking sparkling cider, something she couldn't ever remember drinking before in her life, and she discovered that it really wasn't as bad or as cheesy as she thought.
Things had thankfully gone pretty damn perfectly, and the Hunter was thanking whoever might be watching out for them that nothing happened. Sure, the day wasn't over yet, but Jo was feeling somewhat confident that the rest of the night would go over well, and then she could go home and try to get some sleep - something she was sure she would not have any trouble with. She'd been out way too late the night before, making sure everyone got home (or got to their boyfriend's apartment, in Hermione's case), and then she'd gotten up early to send out the hangover cures and breakfasts. Since the morning, she'd been going non-stop, making sure everything was perfect for the wedding and also running interference between the bride and groom so that things went well. Now, she felt like she could finally relax, and while she was enjoying the reception...a part of her wanted to get home to her bed.