After having signed her name in the guest book with the most ostentatious quill she'd ever seen, Mona Quigley stood staring at the Pensieve, at a loss for thoughts. She tapped her wand lightly against her leg, thinking hard. It was certainly difficult to recall a memory that was nice enough to leave for the bride and groom.

What about the time when we all found out that they were dating?... No, we laughed for days. Some of us are still laughing.

When I got the wedding invitation? No, I got permanent ink all over it and had to chuck it in the fire.

After several minutes of racking her brains, Mona finally settled on the memory of her selecting the goblets as their gift. Indeed, it was the only time she'd smiled about this without an ounce of mirth or sarcasm. They were rather nice goblets. I ought to get some for myself.