Fred had made some offcolour jokes here and there, but for the most part he'd been on his best behaviour during the ceremony. He had a new sort of respect for Bill, really. He'd managed to keep his hair long, have a brilliantly exciting job (though not as brilliant or as exciting as Fred's own, of course) be part of the Order and go about helping to keep the world save and what not and he'd found a really fit bird to marry and have babies with, etcetera. All in all, as Fred watched Bill vow his life away to Fleur, he'd been a little impressed with the whole thing.
Not that he expected to ever, ever do it himself. But still.
Now he went straight for the champagne, largely because it was where Aunt Muriel was not. She'd seen him heading his and George's way and ducked behind Lee to make his way across the garden. He stopped by Charlie, though, catching a glass and taking a drink. "Oi. Where are Fleur's cousins? They don't speak English, so it would take them longer to slap me."