"I heard about the proposal."
Lily blinked. Who knew that these five simple words (which generally caused for a joyous occasion) could be accompanied with such a devastated look? She patted Alice on the head. "Weddings are a good thing, honey."
"No, I mean . . ." she blushed. "I heard about how it happened. With the, um . . . barbershop quartet."
Lily grinned. "What's there to lose? The infamous Marauders singing in four-part off-key harmony? I nearly peed myself laughing."
"But . . . but . . . oh, whatever."