𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 ━━
✧˖*. | ❝I don't want to see anymore.❞ | ✧˖*.
Marisol Bright can see the timer on people's lives, and when she sees Fred Weasley's timer, she can't help but feel saddened. She never wants anything to do with people's timers - es...
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It was time for Bill and Fleur's wedding. Harry - in disguise - and Viktor shook hands before Ron showed Viktor to his seat. Everyone began going to their assigned seats. Willa was sat next to George and Fred was next to Marisol. Arthur and Molly strolled up the aisle, smiling and waving at relatives. A moment later, Bill and Charlie stood up at the front of the marquee, both wearing dress robes with large white roses in their buttonholes. Fred wolf-whistled and there was an outbreak of giggling from the veela cousins. Marisol slightly frowned at that. She did not like the fact that the veelas seemed to take an interest in Fred.
"Don't be jealous, sweetheart," Fred whispered with a large smirk on his face. "I just can't help but be attractive."
Marisol rolled her eyes. "I should have dated Charlie or maybe even Percy."
Fred's smirk dropped. "Never say that again. I don't want to hear that sentence come out of your mouth again. The only things I want to hear are 'I love you, Fred,' or 'let's have sex, Fred.' "
Marisol blushed. "Are you always horny? We - " She stopped herself short, refusing to acknowledge what they did that morning.
Fred chuckled. "We what, sweetheart?"
She squirmed in her seat. "You know what we did this morning. Don't make me say it here."
He smiled. "You're too cute for your own good. I might have to eat you up."
She shook her head. "You're extra vulgar today."
The crowd fell silent as music swelled from what seemed to be the golden balloons.
"Ooooh!" said Hermione, swiveling around in her seat to look at the entrance.
A great collective sigh issued from the assembled witches and wizards as Monsieur Delacour and Fleur came walking up the aisle. Fleur was wearing a very simple white dress and seemed to be emitting a strong, silvery glow. While her radiance usually dimmed everyone else by comparison, today it beautified everybody it fell upon. Ginny and Gabrielle, both wearing golden dresses, looked even prettier than usual, and once Fleur had reached Bill, he did not look as though he had ever met Fenrir Greyback.
"Ladies and gentlemen," said a slightly sing-song voice. "We are here today to celebrate the union of two faithful souls..."
Marisol grabbed Fred's hand and squeezed it. He squeezed back.
"Do you, William Arthur, take Fleur Isabelle...?"
In the front row, Molly and Madame Delacour were both sobbing quietly into scraps of lace. Trumpet-like sounds from the back of the marquee told everyone that Hagrid had taken out one of his own tablecloth-sized handkerchiefs. Hermione beamed at Harry with tears in her eyes.
"...then I declare you bonded for life."
The tufty-haired wizard waved his wand high over the heads of Bill and Fleur and a shower of silver stars fell upon them, spiraling around their now entwined figures. As Fred and George led a round of applause, the golden balloons overhead burst. Birds of paradise and tiny golden bells flew and floated out of them, adding their own songs and chimes to the din.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" called the tufty-haired wizard."'If you would please stand up!" called the tufty-haired wizard.
They all did so. The seats on which they had been sitting on rose gracefully into the air as the canvas walls of the marquee vanished, so that they stood beneath a canopy supported by a glorious view of the sunlit orchard and surrounding countryside. Next, a pool of molten gold spread from the center of the tent to form a gleaming dance floor.
"Let's go congratulate Bill and Fleur," Marisol suggested.
Fred shrugged. "We can always do that later."
She frowned. "That's not good manners."
He dramatically sighed as he pulled her through the crowd, attempting to reach Bill and Fleur. Before they could properly wish Bill and Fleur congratulations, something large and silver through the canopy over the dance floor. The lynx gracefully landed lightly in the middle of the astonished dancers. Then, the Patronus's mouth opened wide and it spoke in the loud, deep, slow voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt.
"The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming."
The light faded and everyone rushed to get out. Wizards were Disapparating to flee, as other Death Eaters Apparated onto the grounds to kill.
