"I now pronounce you bonded for life."
The crowd clapped and cheered with delight as Mr and Mrs Scamander kissed under a shower of stars. Dazed, the two smiled at each other as they broke apart, eyes sparkling with joy in the dusk light. They held hands tightly as they dashed beneath the arms of their guests, who had gathered to make an arch for the newlyweds. Many yells of 'Congratulations!' rang through their ears as they passed.
"Oh, you two! Newton, I'm so proud of you." A witch in emerald green robes pulled him into a hug, kissing his cheek with her eyes swimming with tears. Her face was thin with high cheekbones, framed beautifully by waves of chestnut glossy curls. Even in her age , she looked youthful, though her eyes were heavily lined. Mrs. Scamander was flanked by her husband and oldest son, whom were both smiling broadly in dark dress robes.
"Mum..." Newt said, exasperatedly. His ears had turned very pink, but he looked utterly delighted.
"And my new daughter..." She kissed Tina on the cheek. "You're so beautiful, darling girl. Both of my boys, married. I don't believe it." The crowd started to buzz and talk around them, dispersing and laughing happily as they collected glasses of bubbling champagne.
"Give 'em some room to breathe. Congratulations."
Tina thanked them happily, her cheeks glowing. Elias Scamander placed his hand on his wife's shoulder, drawing her back in. His face was heavy set, with a long straight nose and deep wrinkles around his mouth. The hair, which had once been a dirty blond, was short and greying, but he was smiling kindly.
Theseus smirked, "Thought you were never going to tie the knot. How long were you two engaged ?"
"Since 1930. " Tina said, grinning, as she slipped her hand into the crook of Newt's arm.
Theseus made a low whistle, the white scar on his cheek stretching. "Edis had me picking out Cummerbunds for all the groomsmen within a week of proposing. Shame she couldn't be here- she couldn't take the time off at St. Mungo's. They're pretty rushed of their feet with a bout of Dragonpox. So are you going to stop chasing beasts and settle down now, huh?"
"You know I won't."
Tina gazed at her new husband, his parents and brother. He was red faced, clearly embarrassed by the attention, but the love between them was so evident. They all had a certain wildness in their look which drew them together. Her heart twinged bitter sweetly as she watched them.
"Mom and dad would have been really happy too." Queenie whispered, pulling Tina aside by her elbow. Her eyes were sparkling, voice breaking as she tugged her into a tight embrace. Jacob was smiling too as their eyes met over her shoulder. "It was such a beautiful service, Teenie. And all these people." Queenie's own wedding to Jacob had consisted of just four people; they had eloped almost nine years ago.
"It was not weird, Jacob!" She said sharply, and the man jumped in surprise.
Startled, Jacob stammered, "I was thinkin' about the little blue guys throwin' the rice. The leprechaun fellas."
"Pixies," Newt corrected with a lopsided grin. His family were engaged in conversation with an elderly witch and her granddaughter. Queenie giggled as Jacob's eyes followed the creatures, who seemed to have found more entertainment in chasing after a witch, pelting her with fistfuls of rice. A tired looking wizard pulled out his wand and was immobilising the winged beasts, one by one, as he dashed after them with an open cage in one hand.
"How are you feeling? I told you that you didn't have to come -" Tina asked with concern, but Queenie shook her head firmly, holding onto her husband.
"And miss my big sister's wedding? I'm fine, honey. Portkeys never agreed with me much. It's just that the baby ain't helpin'." She rubbed the small bump that was hidden by her loose silk dress.
"We can arrange a car, if you'd like. There's a village just past that valley." Suggested Newt.
"That's sweet, but I can handle just one more trip, honestly." Queenie said warmly.
The sun was setting rapidly as nightfall drew in, the air was warm and miles and miles and untouched moorland spread out before them. Wild flowers and moss crept up the rocks around the woven branches of the altar. The spindly chairs in front of it, now abandoned, were claimed by the tall grass. Wild fairies would shoot out of shrubs of heather every now and again like bright, glittering insects. Eventually, the golden horizon turned lilac and faded into a pale navy sky. Most guests were chatting, sipping elderflower champagne from tall glasses. By the buffet table, a group of sharp eyed Goblin were turning over the silverware in their long-fingered hands. But seeming to find nothing to complain about, they began to spear raw steaks onto their plates. Jacob was shocked to hear that the man he had been talking to about American non-magical community was a werewolf. Newt was quick to point out the half moon in the sky.
"He's really the gentlest sort of fellow - sells magical herbs in Diagon Alley. He gives me a good deal on Dittany." He reassured, waving to the man who was now speaking nervously with a man dressed in flamboyant magenta robes. Jacob, not understanding a word of this, continued to stare open-mouthed.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Goblins and Elves, " Theseus called over the crowd, holding his wand to his throat. "...Please gather for the first dance of Mr and Mrs Newt Scamander!"
The crowd parted as Tina linked arms with Newt and they marched onto a more tame patch of wild grass. Music played softly, a familiar tune, slow and melodic. Newt placed his hand on his wife's waist, his heart thudding hard as they moved together in the stare of dozens of people.
"You look so beautiful," he said, whispering into her ear as they swayed steadily on the spot.
"Not so bad yourself." Tina breathed, light-headedly as they spun in a wide circle.
"Do you remember when we first danced to this song?"
"Yes. And you wouldn't kiss me." She teased, raising an eyebrow in challenge.
Newt chuckled. "It would have been very ungallant of me."
They swirled around gracefully until the music faded and people began to clap as they held each other. Swiftly, their lips met in a kiss as he bent her down low to a tremendous wolf-whistle. They both grinned, looking embarrassed as people began to move in around them with their own partners. Tina caught Queenie's eye in a wink, and she swept forward to claim Newt and pull him into a swing dance. She laughed as her husband helplessly caught her eyes as he tried to keep up with her.
"May I have this dance?" Asked the wizard in magenta robes. Tina jumped in surprise, not seeing him approach - although she couldn't understand why she hadn't. Dumbledore's auburn hair and beard were pulled into a pony tail, though his facial hair was only just long enough to do so. His robes and pointed hat were covered in gold moons, the colours clashing severely with his red hair. The man's lips stretched into a benign smile as she outstretched her hand and began to twirl around with him. Newt had talked about Dumbledore a great deal, but she had never seen him in person before. But Tina knew instantly that she liked him very much, and he danced surprisingly well, ending with a kiss to the hand as he bowed low and departed into the crowd.
"What did Albus say to you?" Newt inquired, curiously as the extracted himself from his partner. Tina looked very pink in the face.
"He wanted to know where I'd acquired such a lovely frock." She giggled, watching the man retreat as he pulled an elderly witch into a dance. "He also told me that Queenie and Jacob's baby would be welcome at Hogwarts, when they are old enough. I don't know how he knew."
"That was nice of him," Newt said, impressed. Tina nodded in agreement, watching as the two kissed tenderly by the altar. " I might have mentioned it in a letter. He's been writing to Picquery for years about that silly law."
It wasn't until eleven that the celebrations subsided. Fully fed, and generously supplied with homemade alcohol, the babble of talk was reduced to a gentle buzz and tinkling of glasses. Tina felt drowsy, and her heels were beginning to rub. She and Newt had spoken to every guest, arm in arm, but now she just craved to be alone with him. She leaned her head wearily on Newt's shoulder as he stroked her hair at their table, every now and again pressing a kiss to it . It had been such a wonderful, exhausting day.
Six long years of being engaged, and now she was married at last. They had travelled to distant corners of the earth, she had moved continents, and their home in Dorset was empty and awaiting their return. Would they take a Portkey back tonight? With her long dress, she was sure that she would trip upon landing on the doorstep. The whole family had been very evasive when she had tried to ask about how they would be returning later that evening. And there was the matter of ...that. Her stomach squirmed with butterflies. Newt was very proper, and even though they had been living together for a year , they owned separate beds. It had been difficult, frustrating...but perhaps tonight they could finally try?
"Everybody, if I could have your attention..." The words washed over Tina, the voice was just so soothing... "Your Portkeys will be departing in ten minutes, but for now, please step back and let the bride and groom through."
"Ooh, he's so beautiful!"
Tina realised she had been dozing as jerked awake, feeling dazed. Newt was nudging her gently, pulling her to her feet with an encouraging smile. "Come on Tina, love, that's our queue."
The crowd seemed to be gathered in a half moon shape, which parted as the couple approached. A beautiful, snowy white hippogriff was being led into the field by Poppy Scamander. Tina's mouth popped open in surprise- it really was beautiful. As a stallion, it was much larger in size, but not any less graceful because of it. His neck was frilled with a spectacular ruff, though all of the feathers were silky smooth, speckled with flecks of black with amber eyes. The horse body was muscular , ending in a long, glossy tail that twitched from side to side.
"We're going by hippogriff?" she whispered, half-exasperated, half-amazed. Newt gave her a boyish grin, and he bowed low. Tina copied, and the hippogriff sank in an elegant bow on bended knees.
"How are you, Laszlo?" Newt came forward to stroke the beak of the hippogriff, who nuzzled him in recognition. The amber eyes followed Tina passively as she ran her hands through the feathers on his massive shoulders.
"Don't worry about your creatures, darling. I've got them under control. Just you have a nice honeymoon." Poppy said, pulling her son into a hug, and then Tina.
"Make sure you take a right when you see the sea. Lazslo knows where to go from Ivybridge. " Offered Elias, holding his wife firmly around the shoulder as she dabbed her eyes into a lace handkerchief and patted the great white flank.
Queenie bowed low as she approached before engulfing her sister in an embrace.
"Trust him, Teenie. And you be safe." She whispered into her ear. She produced a bouquet of roses from her wand. Tina hugged her hard. The crowd gathered behind her as she threw them into the air behind her. Albus Dumbledore , who had been scratching his nose, caught them deftly with the tips of his fingers. He smelled them, amidst a roar of delighted laughter, before presenting them to the elderly witch with grains of rice in her fascinator.
There was a huge cheer as Newt lifted Tina onto the back of the hippogriff, before jumping on himself as Lazlso bowed to let him mount.
"Hold tightly to the collar, I've got you." Tina reached forward and took hold of the golden chain around the creatures neck and he wrapped an arm firmly around her waist. With an uproar and much cheering, the sky full of white and gold sparks, they soared off into the moonlight.
(A/N: I HAD to do this. ;u; The next part will be smutty, but nicely so-be warned. They married in 1936 at Dartmoor, England.)