Caradoc pressed his lips together in amusement at the sight of Emmeline's face. Well, didn't she look... blissfully unaware and glazed over. Not that that bothered him at all. In fact, it made him feel incredibly smug. Smug, in addition to the upbeat mood he was in, considering that he was at a wedding, of all things. The fact that this wasn't even a real wedding, because the Longbottoms had been married for a year already, and yet everyone was being forced to treat it was one didn't even bother him. It would take a lot to bother him now. Or, you know, just one really fucking annoying Gryffindor.
The amused smile was still on his face as Caradoc leaned over to her eye level. He took the sides of her face into both his hands, as if preparing to inspect her for something on her face. "You look like you're on drugs," Caradoc deducted happily a few seconds later. The hint of pride in his voice was undeniable, and Caradoc dropped his hands from her face to move and sit in the chair next to her.
"It suits you," he added, chin turning to rest on his shoulder to look at Emmeline. Caradoc grinned again, making another funny face.
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