Maeve frowned. Could her mother not even be bothered to look up from her stitching at such news?

From a rational perspective, the auror had to acknowledge that matrimony had long been anything but likely for her. Had she, however, ever shown a penchant for joking about such a—okay, yes, she probably had. But still! The depth of her love for her new husband was such that her mother's ambivalence towards her statement was firmly in camp insulting, and Maeve screwed up her place to tell the woman just that when Barney himself spoke up.

All anger in her expression evaporated at the sound of his voice, and her glare at her mother turned to a look of adoration at the man whom she had married as she moved to entwine her fingers with his own.