Karen manages sincere happiness. With some crying.

"- Stoller, this is Timothy, you wouldn't've overlapped with him -"

"Hello! Michael mentioned you."

      "I owe him one. Or maybe he owes me one for the chance to show off, I think he had the time of his life. Is that his wife -"

"Rebecca! And Jeremy and Joanna and Catherine."

     "She's absolutely lovely. Rebecca, not the babies, I've always sort of thought babies looked like lumps of butter. You look really nice too, Karen, I don't think I've seen you in formal robes, you skip all the dances -"

"- I used to go but it would be weird now - dancing's just okay - I think there won't be any at this wedding Miranda can't dance at all -"

"Aww, but it's so much fun - you wouldn't have to go with a boy, some of the girls in my year didn't get asked so we all went together and traded the lead, it was fun -"

"- that's clever but um I've graduated now." Aaaaaaaah.

"Yes, I know, I quizzed you on your N.E.W.Ts and you were not looking likely to fail them all."

"I did really well!"

"Of course you did!" She glances at Timothy and then hugs her.

Oh gosh um hug.

And then off she goes to congratulate the bride.

" - do you in fact need me to interpret that."

"Aaaaaah!"

He hugs her and giggles.

"I don't know what I do!"

Muffling charm. "Do you like her?"

"I don't know? Yes. Differently - I -"

"I don't think it's always the same."

"Aaaaah!"

"You could write her occasionally."

"That is much less terrifying than anything I was vaguely imagining."

"You do seem a little disproportionately terrified."

"I'll write her. ...I don't know what to write her about."

"You got some wand commissions, you miss so-and-so at Hogwarts how are they doing does she see them around, your baby brother doesn't look like a lump of butter at all and recently ate half the garden -"

"That would be some odd butter. Chocolate maybe."

"Chocolate butter sounds terrible but maybe the elves could pull it off."