On the day of Bill and Fleur's wedding, Ron's mood is not improved when he walks in on Harry and one of his siblings in his own bed. Odd, slashy pairings and sexual humour afoot!

She could still remember him. The curve of his jaw, the shade of his hair, the softness of his lips. She could remember the way he looked at her, the way he kissed her. And she would never forget him.

A dazzling satire of modern human relations amoung young magic people? An ironic insight into the life of an ordinary witch? Or the self centred moaning of a neurotic teenager?