He'd surprised himself by remembering the toast. It wasn't his words, but someone else's, committed to memory once for a more formal family occasion a few decades back. Nobody would be toasting him in that way in his lifetime, but he wasn't against doing it for other people - even if it felt a little false.

But despite the happiness of the couple, they were quite happy to let the attention wane from them to catch up.
"At least one of you must have interesting plans for the upcoming holiday."

Admiring the champagne, content to listen to the conversation for a moment, he glanced up and about the group which Juliette had only just mentioned could never be accused as 'boring'.

"I've drawn a short straw this holiday," he ventured, "at the castle for a good proportion of it. But the rest of the time I'll be tending to a house in Godric's Hollow. Finally made it official and moved to Britain - not that I will be there much with the teaching." Ignan shrugged. He wasn't looking for visitors, quite the opposite, but people would find out one way or the other. Most of the table could be considered on a scale of moderate friendship, and Landis and Juliette he would tolerate on his doorstep if it came to it.

"I'm saving the vampire hunting until the summer." He added, stealing a glance at Tapendra who he'd had a discussion about exactly that in this very pub in the not too far past.

"An idea for the stag party," he suggested to Landis, and looked to Juliette, wondering if she might consider that too wild for her love.