The wedding was approaching and it was happening way too fast. It didn't help that her father was still making subtle 'but he's halfblood' comments. She knew that he was just grateful he wasn't muggleborn at this point though and the fact Finn had graduated from Durmstrang definitely was a good mark against him if he had to be a 'foreigner'.

It also did not help that Pandora was convinced that Finn would drop dead on their wedding day because she was sure that she was cursed. But each time she wanted to call the whole thing off, either sense was talked into her or she would remember Finns smile and the resolute fact that she wanted with every fiber of her being to be Mrs. Finn Falk - had fought against her father to be so - occurred and now the wedding would be coming.

"Finn!" She said as she was led to the parlor that he had been placed. "Are you hungry? I can have Bertha bring us some sandwiches or cookies." She had barely waited for an answer before she was sending the maid named Bertha to do just that.