Written for Diving at Hogwarts. Prompt: Write about a wedding.
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Rose insists that they have their wedding in a church, not because she's particularly religious (she can't tell the difference between one saint or another), but because she loves the windows.
She doesn't know what stories they tell, but she loves the way the light passes through them, turning even harsh morning light warm.
Scorpius tends to agree with her feelings about the light, though he more enjoys how it bounces off her red hair.
He stands at the front of the church, where the day before he promised himself he wouldn't cry. Malfoys don't cry, and he doesn't plan to loosen up as soon as he becomes a Malfoy-Weasley.
But Rose, oh, she's beaming and practically skipping. The veil she's wearing barely stays on her head as she bounces down the aisle. She was never a graceful person, but Scorpius doesn't mind.
Scorpius closes his eyes for a second before opening them again when his mind threatens to show him a montage of every happy moment he has experienced with Rose.
"Hello," he mouths when she reaches him. She's right; the light does look heavenly. He turns towards his father, who has his stoic face on, as usual, and Scorpius is almost surprised to see the hair around his head glow like a halo.
Perhaps everyone appears in their best forms in the light that shines on a wedding.
Rose says hello back, and Scorpius feels his breath catch as they both greet their new life.