Percy had kept his family in the dark about who he was marrying.
"Oh, trust me, dad, I think you'll rather like her," Percy whispered when his father asked about her.
"Oh, there'll be a big crowd of Slytherins there," George told Angelina, "They're probably her big, fat, pure-blooded family!"
Ron said the same.
"Now, now, you two, don't go making rude assumptions!" Molly hissed, "She might actually become your new best friend one day!"
That was enough to make Percy decide he was naming his daughter after him.
After all the rumours and assumptions, everybody was pleasantly surprised when a muggle-born girl, the year younger than Percy, walked into the wedding wearing a beautiful silver dress that put Fleur's hair to shame. Her brown hair shook perfectly as she walked in, her grey eyes darting from side-to-side quickly.
The couple was overly happy.
At the reception, George still wasn't quite there yet.
"So, Audrey, what house were you in?" George asked casually, ignoring his older brother's death stare.
"Oh, that…" Audrey blushed, "I was a hatstall, you know. Between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. I sat on the stool for five minutes and it still couldn't make up its mind!"
"So, eventually, where did you go?" George asked. Audrey blushed.
"Northern Ireland Wizarding Institute," Audrey mumbled.
"No, while you were there, which house?" George asked.
"Oh, I was Gryffindor." Audrey stuttered.
"Yes, she was." Percy said briskly, wrapping an arm around his wife, "But she must be Gryffindor by a mile to walk in to a bunch of unfamiliar Wizarding faces on her wedding day!"
"Yes, I must be." Audrey giggled.
They kissed and George gagged.
"Okay, that's a bit too lovey-dovey. Save it for your honeymoon."
