What a busy month it had been! Rita Skeeter had been sent hither and yon, covering everything from a particularly contentious Quidditch match between the Wimbourne Wasps and the Chudley Cannons (which resulted in the unusual move of penalty shots being awarded to several spectators) to the report of a cache of diamonds being found in a small island off the coast of Wales. The Quill had relished the opportunity to relay such abundant stories of human drama and pathos, but it was also glad to rest its weary feather for a while. That is, until it once again heard that now-familiar but still unknown storyteller. Perking up, it eagerly re-inked and fell to work once more.
They were all laughing so much that none of them noticed the lake comer, a dark-haired young man with a large, curve nose and pick black eyebrows, until he held up his invitation to ron and said, with his eyes on Hermione, "you look wonderful. "As the voice finally trailed off into the distance, becoming completely unintelligible, the Quill almost sighed in relief. Drooping slightly, it sank down onto Rita's desk, flipping closed the special notebook it had begun to use for these excursions. Hopefully, the next few weeks would not be quite so busy, so that it would have more energy for its next night-time installment.
"Victor!" She's sweet, and dropped her small beaded bag, which made a loud thump white disproportionate to its eyes. And she scrambled, blushing coming to pick it up, she said, "I didn't know you were - goodness - it's lovely to see you - how are you? "
Runs years had turned bright red again. After glancing at crumbs invitation as if you did not believe a word of it, he said, much too loudly, "how come you're here?"
"Floor invited me, "said chrome, eyebrows raised.
Carrie, who had no grudge against crime, shook hands; then, feeling it would be prudent to remove Graham for months vicinity, offered to show me a seat.
"Your friend is not pleased to see me," said crime is it entered the now packed my key. "Or is he a relative? "He added with a glance of Harry's red curly hair.
Goodcousin, "Harry mattered, but grandma is not really listening. His appearance was causing a stir, particularly among the Vela cousins: he was, after all, a famous Quidditch player. While people were still creating there next to get a good look at him, ron, Hermione, Fred, and George Carrie marine down the aisle.
"Time to sit down, "Fred told Harry, "or we're going to get run over by the bride."
Carrie, ron commented and Hermione took their seats in the second row behind Fred and George. How many looked rather pink and ron spears were still scarlet. After a few moments he mattered to Harry, "did you see he's going to stupid little beard?"
Harry gave a non-committal grand.
A sense of jittery anticipation it from the WME tent, the general murmuring broken by occasional spurts of excited laughter. Mr. Mrs. Weasley's child of the aisle, smiling and waving at relatives; Mrs. Weasley was wearing a brand new set of amethyst colored robes with a matching hat.
A moment later Bill and Charlie stood up at the front of the marquee, both wearing just rugs, with large white roses in the buttonholes; red wolf whistled and there was an outbreak of giggling from the Villa cousins. Then the crowd fell silent as music swelled from what seem to be the golden balloons.
"Who!" And Hermione, swiveling around in her seat to look at the entrance.
A great collective site issued from the assembled witches and wizards Moncier Delacour after came walking up the aisle, Flagler gliding, Moncier Delacour bouncing in beaming. Floor was wearing a very simple white dress and seem to be amending a strong silvery glow. Well her radiant usually dimmed everyone else by comparison, today it beautified everybody it fell upon. Jenny and Gabrielle, both wearing golden dresses, looked even prettier than usual, and once flu had reached him, Bill did not look as though he had ever met send me a gray bag.
"Ladies and gentlemen," said a slightly singsong voice, and with a slight shock, hairy saw the same small, tough to head wizard who presided at Dumbledore's funeral, now standing in front of Bell and flower. "We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two faithful souls..."
"Yes, my tiara sets off the whole thing nicely," said antimalarial in a rather caring whisper. "But I must say, Jennifer's dress is far too low-cut."
Ginny glanced around, grilling, went to Terry, then quickly face the front again. Harry's mind wandered a long way from the marquee, back to afternoon spent alone with Jenny and the only parts of the school grounds. They seem so long ago; they're always seem too good to be true, as though he had been stealing is shining hours from a normal person's life, a person without a lightning ship scar on his four head...