"Viktor and Victoria!" muttered Ron, glaring at the invitation. Hermione and Charlie had passed out dozens of the creamy white cards decorated with gold leaf to their fellow guests at the Burrow for Sunday lunch. The meal was long over and the family had dispersed, Ron having chosen to watch the younger generation playing apple-Quidditch in the orchard with his partner, though Luna was more likely to watch the clouds or the gnomes than the children. "They couldn't have named her after someone decent."

There was a loud crack as Hermione's hand connected with the back of her brother-in-law's head.

"We did," Charlie informed his brother calmly, as he pressed a glass of champagne into Luna's hand.

"But Viktor and Victoria?"

"I like it," Luna announced dreamily. "It's as if they were always fated to be together, born a week apart, best friends all their lives. Well, except when Viktor hit puberty, but boys are always mean when they're that age. At least Viktor grew out of it."

"Well, I think it sounds like one of those dodgy Muggle plays Hermione makes us go to where the girls dress up as boys and they can't speak proper English."

"You mean Shakespeare?" Hermione enquired archly as she poured another two glasses of celebratory wine. "The greatest writer in the history of the English language. And coming from a man who's spent his entire working life in robes, I hardly think you can talk."

"If he was that great, he'd know how to talk proper," Ron insisted, pointedly ignoring the slur on his wizarding manliness. "I still say you could have given her a family name."

"Like Victoire?" Charlie suggested with a mischievous gleam in his eye. "We named her after our closest friend. We thought that Magda was expecting a girl, and we didn't realise that it's practically written in stone that the first son in a Bulgarian family is named after his father."

Ron snorted and glowered at Hermione. "I thought Harry and I were your best friends."

"You were. In some ways you still are, but Viktor is our best friend," Hermione answered in a tone that implied amusement and exasperation in equal parts. She wrapped an arm around Charlie's waist and gave a squeeze to emphasise which 'our' she meant. "Besides, we had this discussion twenty-one years ago, and I still think Ronette, Harriet and Freda are hideous names."

"You could at least have made her go to Hogwarts with her cousins."

"So she could end up married to one of them instead?" Hermione asked scathingly, lifting the two newly-filled glasses. "Yes, because we really want grandchildren with congenital deformities. Vicky chose to go to Durmstrang, and I would no more take that choice from her than I would have let my own parents tell me to go to the local comp instead of Hogwarts. Furthermore, I can't say I'm disappointed with how things turned out. Viktor loves our daughter very much, and I know he'll do his best to make her happy."

Hermione passed the extra flute to Ron, and Luna lifted her own glass high, claiming everyone's attention.

"To Vicki and her Viktor," she proposed. "May they be as happy together as all their parents are."