The great hall of Ravenclaw resounded with the noise of forced conversation. The wedding preparations went on, but everything was strained, as though every smile was an effort and every nod of the head hid inner despair. Attendants rushed to and fro carrying trays of materials and decorations, but the elderly members simply sat in their usual seat, their eyes glinting like knives. Evelyn felt sure that they were staring at her every time she moved across the room.
She expected a bit of resistance, but what came next was not quite what she expected.
An older member of the group cleared his throat. He was grey-haired and spoke in the strong rhythm of old custom. "Before the group can embrace this event, we wish to determine if Luna is worthy. This is an eventuality that took place many years ago, when individuals were unsure of a future Luna."
