ㅤYou know it’s not my wedding, right?

ㅤ ㅤWhy on earth am I even here. ㅤ

ㅤ“Then, I’ll just take your erge’s home. Wait here, little one.”

ㅤNot really. I haven’t contact my family since Hogwarts fell into madness.

ㅤNo one even ordered my food yet.

ㅤ... You know better than I am we didn’t get paid, right?

ㅤTake me.

ㅤProfessor Winter, you’re back.

ㅤ“Why not? He’s slacking off, and doesn’t seem busy at all.”

ㅤNo. You take care of your own sister.

ㅤWith all of this? Of course not.

ㅤ“He does, just not for tonight. Though his patience does work hard, at last.”

ㅤYou’re not.

ㅤ“For him? It’s fine. But not for you, little one. You’re too young to be here.”

ㅤ“... That’s not going to work for me. A fact for you, you’re not the one who is naughty.” point at the grooms. “They are.”

ㅤ“No. I’m busy working.”

ㅤ“... You really have a strange idea of being happy, aren’t you?”

ㅤ“... No.” sighs, he cross his arms on his chest. “Not that I’m not happy with their marriage. But I’m getting a headache seeing all of this.”

ㅤ“... I do.” he respond, though his face showed nothing. Neither his tones was ‘happy’, “If I could, I do want to marry him.”

ㅤChuckles, he pats Yang Chan’s head. “Go on, I’m listening.”