It really came as no surprise to Felix that Fitz found himself in this position - predicament was more apt a descriptor if one were being honest. It had, perhaps, been only a matter of time before his twin was snared in such a manner - reckless and where Felix was in no position to help. But here they all stood, attempting to pretend it wasn't something to not be happy about.

Their mother was unhappy with the match, Felix knew. As he knew Fitz was too. The bride, perhaps, might think she had done well even what could have happened, but he doubted she would remain happy. Felix for his part was also unhappy, albeit for much more selfish reasons. With Fitz married it gave his mother more time to focus on himself in the marriage market. A voice beside him noted another unhappy voice.

"Miss Zabini." Felix greeted with a quiet nod of his head, looking at the married couple with her as he took a sip of the punch.

"I remember you expressing such sentiments just a few months ago with a great deal more enthusiasm." He teased in a quiet voice, looking over at the bride's sister. They had spoken enough times and were now family of a sort, so he didn't see much reason not to.