"Yes, milady Miffy, I am very pleased for the... two of you," Sir Nicholas said to the Poltergirl.

He floated off towards the table to see if he could inhale the food, but alas he couldn't. "No decaying cheese, or mouldy meat," he said with a sigh, floating off towards the centre. Towards the golden couple. Towards Piffy.

Unfortunately Sir Nicholas couldn't get a present for the two, because he couldn't have gone shopping to buy something. But he supposed he could give a speech. Without the ability to raise a glass and cling a spoon to the side, he merely floated into the middle. He cleared his throat noisily before speaking. "The newest betrothed couple, to Mr and Mrs... ahem... Piffy! I, Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington, offer my many congratulations and best wishes for now until the end of days. May you always have happiness and laughter together. May you never grow tusks from your face," an unfortunate thing, indeed, "And may Hogwarts embrace this new couple and their settled matrimony." Because they would have to be settled, now, having been approved to wed. He bowed deeply to the couple, his head held nicely in place by his ruff.