"I haven't seen you this nervous since your first date," Lucy said, smirking. "Cold feet?"

"No! No, I'm fine, I just can't decide how to have my hair," Teddy replied, cycling through half a dozen hairstyles a second. "How do you think she'll like me best?"

Lucy sighed. "It's your wedding too. You should look however makes you feel happiest."

Teddy's changing hair slowed as he turned his attention to Lucy. "Maybe I should be a redhead," he joked.

Lucy's hands reached to run through her hair, but Teddy grabbed her hand.

"You cannot mess up that that do of yours," Teddy said, a little fear slipping into his eyes. "Fleur would kill me if one of the bridesmaids turns up not looking perfect."

"It feels weird though," Lucy said, letting her hand fall down, avoiding looking at where Teddy's hand still held her wrist. It was easy after the years of practice. "I can't pull off that unearthly beauty like Victoire and Dominique."

"Oh, knock it off. You're plenty fine to look at," Teddy said, grinning.

Lucy glared, but her heart wasn't in it.

"Hm, well, it doesn't matter anyway," Lucy said. "No one is going to be looking at me when the bride walks in."

That got Teddy looking back at the mirror, his hairstyles changing again.

"Teddy. Relax."

He stopped, closing his eyes.

"If I can get through today, you definitely can," Lucy said, keeping her voice light and cheery.

Teddy let a small, sad smile slip across his features.

"Are you doing okay?" he asked when he opened his eyes a minute later.

She didn't respond right away. Somewhere between when Victoire and Teddy had started dating and now, Teddy had figured out how she felt about him. They'd never spoken about it, never really acknowledged it, but they both knew.

It was how they kept their friendship going. If they ever acknowledged the elephant in the room, it would be too much to bear.

Was she okay with that? She thought she had made her peace with it, so she could keep Teddy in her life. He wanted to make Victoire happy, and Lucy couldn't stop him, even if she thought you had to live for your own happiness first.

She was happy though. She had Teddy, she had her family. There wasn't a boyfriend in her life, but she didn't think it would make things any better. She'd just started her post Hogwarts job and her future didn't look bleak.

"I couldn't be happier, Teddy," Lucy said. It was true, considering the circumstances.

He looked at her, frowning for a moment, before nodding. He understood her, just like she understood him. Understood why he was marrying the daughter of a partial werewolf.

"Let's go tie that knot," she said. It lacked the joy the occasion called for, but she wasn't defeated or resigned either. She could accept this, for him.