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"This one!" Catherine screeched. "Katie, this is your dress!"

Katie looked at the magazine her older sister was holding up. "Oh. My. God." It was perfect. A simple, strapless white dress, with a huge flowing skirt and a plain white veil. Even at eleven-years-old, Katie knew in that moment she would one day walk down the aisle in that dress.

"It is beautiful," Katie breathed. "But what about you, Cath? We're looking for your wedding dress, not mine."

Catherine sighed, just as she did anytime her upcoming wedding was mentioned. "I know, but I couldn't wear a strapless dress. Nothing to hold it up," she added, laughing.

Katie laughed too. Her sister was right, she definitely got that trait from the shallow end of the gene pool, unlike Katie.

"Besides, it's too plain," Catherine continued. "No, I want something…"

But Katie tuned out, dreaming of her own wedding day.

"Do you, Katherine Elizabeth Bell take MmmmhFlhhmm…" she would be asked.

"I do," she would say. She would sound like a princess, her voice soft and sweet, all wind and silver bells.

"And do you, MmmmhFlhhmm, take Katherine Elizabeth Bell…" her imagination always blurred out the groom's name when she dreamed of her wedding, because she had yet to decide on a guy.

"I do," he would say. His voice would be deep and strong. The voice of someone who would protect her and hold him in his arms when she was scared.

And then they would ride off on a broomstick (even at a young age Katie was fascinated by flying) and a firework would explode out the back of it, saying "Just Married!" and everyone would cheer for her.

"Bell!" Oliver Wood snapped, pulling her out of her fantasy. "We need you out of the clouds."

Which, if you think about it, seemed like a funny thing to say as once she was flying, up in the clouds was exactly where he needed her.

Katie, now thirteen, glared at him. Didn't he realize she had just been pulled out of her dream wedding.

Apparently he didn't, because all he did was whistle with his fingers and order them all into the air.

Damn that Oliver Wood!