A second entry for Mrs Bella Riddle's Flowers challenge on The Dark Lord's Most Faithful Forum =)
Flowers
You have to write a fic that features a flower; metaphoric or an actual flower it does not matter it must just feature. Extra points for symbolism.
Her daughter, her girl laughed, teeth glinting in the sunlight, pink hair shining underneath her white veil – so alive.
Ted had given her away and Andromeda was desperate to keep her. Her stomach twisted as she looked upon the couple, Dora so young and so wilful, pressed close against the slightly slumped silhouette of her new husband.
They were in a rush and Dora twirled, twirled on her heel like a child as she tossed her bouquet high into the air. It flew straight to the first row, nearly hitting the startled mother. As the guests moved to the door and the maidens grumbled vaguely, Andromeda stared down at the flowers. Cyclamens – goodbyes, not beginnings, and she had warned her girl, more than once – and Dora had laughed, just laughed, not listening. Because cyclamens were beautiful and because she loved Remus – she didn't care about the rest. Just stop worrying, mum, she had chided, squeezing her fingers.
Her baby was gone and Andromeda held on tight to the small bouquet in her hands instead. She had long stopped believing in traditions, and to her the hazard spoke of nothing but bad omens, lurking sinister in the future. She shuddered.
(Separations.)