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House: Gryffindor
Drabble: Black Lake
Word Count: 473
Beta: Nerdy J Fics
"I'm sorry, but what?" Minister Hermione Granger- Weasley asked, completely perplexed. "You want to get married where?"
With a dreamy air, Luna Lovegood responded, "At Hogwarts, of course."
Hermione harrumphed, "Yes, yes, at Hogwarts. But on the black lake? Really?"
"No," Luna replied assuaging Hermione's concerns for a moment. "In the lake," she clarified.
Hermione stared at the strange girl in front of her who, despite having been her friend for over a decade, still confused her at every turn. In a flash, Hermione revisited the memory of emerging from the Black Lake being pulled by a shark-like Viktor Krum during the Second Task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. "How would that work, exactly?"
Rolf Scamander, Luna's fiancé, replied,
"Beneath the dark depths
With aid of magical plants
Our bonding shall be."
Hermione cursed Rolf's habit of speaking in poetry or prose. Frequently, he channeled the bard and spoke in iambic pentameter soliloquy. Recently, he'd been favoring haikus. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she realized what he must be referring to. "So you are going to take gillyweed, then?"
Luna smiled and confirmed, "Yes. Neville said that he will supply enough gillyweed for us and all of our guests."
Hermione nodded curtly and continued, "Well that takes care of the drowning issue. But how will the ceremony be conducted? Gillyweed won't allow for clear enough communication to ensure the legality of the wedding."
"It's simply really," Luna responded, "the wedding will be performed in mermish."
Hermione was flabbergasted, "In- in mermish? But, Luna I don't know mermish!"
"Oh, you won't be performing the bonding. I want you as one of my bridesmaids," Luna giggled as though that should have been obvious.
"If I'm not conducting the ceremony, who is?" Hermione asked cautiously.
Rolf laughed and responded,
"Fear not my dear minister
For our plans are far from sinister
We'll be wed by the squid
From whom the nargles will skid
So has foretold the divinistre"
A limerick, Hermione recognized. Well, that form of poetry was a first for Rolf as far as Hermione knew. She should have known the quirky couple would turn to divination to determine the location of their impending nuptials. Especially if the imaginary creatures Rolf and Luna believed in were involved in some way.
"Alright, a wedding- at Hogwarts- in the Black Lake- orchestrated by the Giant Squid. That's a new one!" Hermione said with a laugh.
Luna smiled serenely, "Headmistress McGonagall said the same thing when we asked for permission."
Hermione fought the urge to roll her eyes and simply sighed, "I'm sure she did." She pushed a stack of parchment towards the happy couple and brandished a quill. "Now for the paperwork to make this legally binding."