They were in no hurry to offer their congratulations to the newlyweds like everyone else. There would definitely be time later, so there was no need to rush over.
They took two glasses of Pumpkin Juice from the silver tray carried by a passing "waiter," handing one to Isabelle.
They did not touch the alcohol here, nor did they touch the food on the waiters' trays.
Honestly, pies and sandwiches tasted rather mediocre once they had gone cold.
Most wizard weddings focused more on alcoholic drinks and beverages. Few prepared a lavish spread like Albert had, which was why Albert and Isabelle's wedding had left such a deep impression on so many people.
After all, not everyone had enough help to cook delicious food, nor could everyone invite Hogwarts' house-elves to lend a hand like he had.
"This tune is nice. Let's dance too!"
After Bill and Fleur were the first to step onto the dance floor, Albert smilingly took Isabelle's hand and led her toward it, giving Harry no chance to speak.
"I get the feeling Potter has something important to tell you." Isabelle easily saw through Potter's intentions.
"Don't mind him," Albert said, shaking his head.
Even if it was something urgent, they would need to find somewhere private to talk, not discuss it at a wedding. Did he want everyone to know?
"Katrina was right. I really ought to exercise more."
As they slowly turned with the music, Isabelle could clearly feel how uncoordinated her body was.
"Don't rush. We have plenty of time."
Albert led her in slow circles. He caught sight of Hermione dancing with Krum, then swept his gaze over the crowd and spotted Ron wearing a dark expression. Harry beside him had not noticed his friend's change in mood at all. He was