This had to be the worst, most pathetic wedding Fleur had ever been to. Weak. That was the word for it. Horribly, terribly weak. And held out doors. Not that Fleur had anything against the outdoors, but one could at least check the weather before arranging everything.
The umbrellas she and Bill had brought her not going to last much longer.
Some people thought the rain romantic. Sometimes she did as well. Other times, no. In fact, just two weeks ago she had wound up chasing Bill around the yard with a raw steak in hopes of luring him away from any neighboring children. No one had been hurt that night, thank goodness. But the full moon had been approaching at the time, and that was never good.
At least she was getting used to it.
She took a deep breath and snuggled against Bill's shoulder. His shirt was soaked. Wonderful. Now her make-up would run. And the rain was getting worse and... oh, for heaven's sake, the man was asleep.
In the row behind Fleur, Minerva McGonagall gave a huge sniff. Fleur looked back in disgust. Minerva was seated between other vague professors of Hogwarts School--not that Fleur had ever bothered to memorize all names. The woman had a huge handkerchief and was bawling as if this wedding were the most beautiful and touching thing she had ever seen.
Fleur's had been so much better. The flowers, the French Cathedral, the dryads singing romantic ballads and playing harps. Ginny and Gabrielle had been darling--even though Fleur saw Ginny tear apart her silk sash in the middle of the reception, no matter how the girl tried to deny it.
Fleur yawned herself. Goodness, but couldn't the British learn the fine art of rambling and sounding lovely at the same time?
Bill let out a loud snore.
"Bill!" she hissed, shoving him.
His eyes fluttered. "Huh?
"You're emberazing me!"
Several people turned to stare at her. It was an odd sensation, two dozen creepy faces staring at her from a shadowy shelter of umbrellas. She smiled back at them. Well, there was no point. Bill still wasn't properly awake.
Maybe she should take a nap with him. But, as horrible as the wedding was with its complete lack of flowers and the rain and all the strange "craftsy woodsy" junk that counted as decorations... why hadn't Molly stepped in? At least Nymphadora's dress was decent. Though the girl could have stood something a bit fancier.
Fleur should have just taken over the wedding. Nymphadora deserved something decent. Just because it was her wedding day.
Finally, Kingsley Shacklebolt said something about kissing the bride.
Here it came. They would embarrass themselves.
Remus grabbed Nymphadora in a dashing swoop. Her veil tumbled to the ground. Where it would get ruined, the silly girl.
Then she allowed herself a smile. It was a wedding, and thus romantic.
Bill yawned again. "Is it over?"
She stabbed her elbow into his side.
"Oh. Sorry." He slipped his arm over her shoulders.
Bill could be good that way. She nestled closer to him.
"You know they bought a cottage near ours."
Fleur almost gasped aloud. Nymphadora Tonks Lupin was not one of her favorite people.