Scotland, but presumably not Hogsmeade, if this was going to be a secret. Irvingly was risky, too, if they could even get the Minister of the little Muggle church to agree to it — marrying after the sun set on a Friday night wasn't really a done thing, so it wasn't as though they could expect someone to just be standing by waiting for them to arrive.

"Montrose," he suggested. It was one of the larger cities he knew of in Scotland without being too large, and it was still mostly Muggle, which meant they could slip in and out without being noticed, probably. He'd gone on holiday there a few times as a child, to visit extended family — he had determined the Montrose Magpies would be his favorite Quidditch team at some point in his childhood because of it. So he knew the city well enough that he could find a chapel, probably, and it was by the sea. That seemed to matter.

Delight Urquart was a good option, since she had proven she could coexist with the two of them alone without being awful about it already. She seemed discreet, anyway, because Alfred thought she probably knew that he and Zelda had slept in the same room the night they'd been there in the blizzard, and she'd never said a word about it afterwards. "That's good," he agreed, with a grin. "I think Evander would, but he'd probably be awful about it the whole time."

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