Arnold the Pygmy Puff : The Sequel

For She-who-can-not-cross-her-eyes(yes you Hannah!), and Alana. No offense to anyone but Hannah who can't cross their eyes! Which, just so you know, actually can give you headaches.

A wedding is a very important thing. It is a ceremony celebrating the marriage of two people deciding to spend the rest of their lives(or marriage in the case of divorce) together.

But sometimes, you need to call in the cavalry to help you plan the wedding. This person must be intelligent. . . dignified. . . organized. . . and. . . fluffy??

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I watched silently as Smart-girl and Ploverle-Snorkack and Phlegm all helped Food-Bringer into her oversized marshmellow-looking dress. I had to admit though, once they neatened it out, the dress looked rather spectacular. I nodded my approval at The-Frying-Pan-Freight. She nodded to show she understood, and grinned at her daughter. I had been begged to help with this wedding, and it had all added up to today. Now was the time to see if we could make it. Today was the day that little Ginny Weasley was getting married.

I had spent the past few weeks working the humans throgh one disaster after another. From dresses for bridesmaids to Kreacher accidentally making a blue wedding cake(Holy Pygmys forbid!). I was exausted, and rightfully so.

But now on the day of the wedding, I knew it was worth it.

I watched blearily as I climbed up the nearest stepstool to see better.

I closed my eyes as some distant relative with his own shock of red-flame-hair began to speak in a dull monotone, similar to that of the ghost proffesor.

Before I knew it, I was being woken to a "Let's eat!"and a loud scream.

Apparently the 'stool' I'd climbed up on to get a better view had really been the wedding cake(oops!). A fainted Stupid Boy was on the ground, abnormally pale, while smart girl was completely red in the face from laughing. Mrs. & Mr. Food-Bringer were also chuckling. I blinked at them lazily, while scooping some frosting into my mouth with a paw.

They all grew silent, staring at me as I tasted the cake.

"Well go on then, it's not poisoned." I said, motioning for them to go and try it. "Don't just stand around like a band of wide-eyed children!"

They all shuffled forward slowly. I looked towards Food-Bringer(the Mrs.) desperately. She crossed her eyes at me and stuck her tongue out at me.

After a moment though she shook her head at the dumb-struck people. "Honestly," she said, pushing her way forward. As she cut the cake happily smiling at Mr. Food Bringer, she simultaneously glared at the crowd. "He's not going to bite, you gits."

" 'Ear, 'ear," muttered George, also pushing his way through the overgrown pack of dunderheads. "He'll just jump into a pile of trick wands that'll then burst into flames, which won't hurt him, but'll conveniently singe off your eyebrows!"