His grin threatened to split his face in two. The genuine joy he felt surpassed any thoughts of fear or regret. Yes, they (he) wasted five years when they should have been together, and yes it took her nearly being sent to the other side of the world for him to act, but that didn't matter now. She said yes and that was all that mattered. The only obstacle in their way now was her parents, and with Diana so close to spinsterhood they had little cause to deny him.

With one final elated press of his lips Will dragged himself away from her. The Fawley's were a proud family — prouder than even the Lestrange's Will sometimes thought. Sullying their daughter's reputation in their own home seemed a surefire way to squash any dreams of his suit. "Thank Merlin." He said, still smiling. "I didn't know what I'd do if you said no."

Behind him, Mrs. Wellington stood with the tray of tea. Splitting from her when he did had proved thoughtful, after all.