"Next time we meet, I'll beat you!" Pheobe declared, fixing Tris with her outrageously beautiful eyes.
Tris couldn't help rolling his eyes, not because of Pheobe, but because of Arthur and Parland nearby.
"Look how well those two suit each other! They clearly have plenty to talk about. Why don't we settle this now? The Weasley family and the Delacour Family go back a long way. There have been marriages between us before, so why not have another?" Parland had an arm around Arthur's neck, and his eyes were full of approval as he looked at Tris.
Arthur, meanwhile, looked a little uncomfortable.
Although the Weasley family was one of Britain's oldest families, it had fallen on hard times. Compared with the Delacour Family, now one of the Three Great Families of France, with a foothold in both politics and business, the gap was enormous.
Besides, Arthur was only the second-in-command of an obscure little department at the Ministry of Magic, even if the man in charge never did any work. The man opposite him, however, was the powerful second-in-command of the French Ministry of Magic, holding a position equivalent to that of Amelia Bones in Britain.
Becoming in-laws with a family like that would be one thing if the children had fallen in love of their own accord.
Especially since the girl clearly had nonhuman ancestry, something that inevitably drew criticism even in the relatively open-minded France. Someone with that background was bound not to receive much consideration within the family.
The Weasley family didn't care about that, so there would be nothing more to discuss. As long as their child wanted it, that would settle everything.
But now, although the other man still sounded a little teasing, his attitude was quite serious. He had even called it a