A/N: I haven't updated this in a looong time! But I am now and I'm going for at least 100 drabbles.
Grovington: Wedding
James slumped tiredly in his chair. His desk was cluttered with all matter of documents and files that required his signature. Between the mess of paper and quill, lay a creamy white envelope with a bright gold seal. A Wedding invitation. He sighed and slumped further. He'd have to make nice and attend the ceremony.
There he stood, fresh wig and pressed uniform. Every button polished to shiny perfection. He hadn't even glanced at the bride yet. A familiar face appeared among the dancers. Matching uniform and grin in place. James smiled for the first time that night. Lieutenant Groves.