The day was over. The dress and the walking and the vows and the kiss and the pronouncement and the humiliation via Sirius' speech and the cake and the dancing and the butterbeer and the firewhiskey (just a bit, though certain uncles had just a bit more) and the bouquet and, oh, the relatives . . . it was over. There was only one thing left to do.
James picked Lily up gallantly and took her to their room.
"Moony, Padfoot, Wormtail . . . go away."
He closed the door.