For BlueJeanMistress.. wishing her a happy birthday! :)
The Wedding
The wedding was held in a garden, on a gorgeous day where the breeze hovered coolly beneath the clouds and the sun swung merrily in the blue. It was a quiet affair; the minister and groom stood beneath a rose-covered arbor that marked the end of a short aisle. A magicked marquee, bright spring flowers, and an assortment of chairs in which a small number of guests were seated were the only things that interrupted the natural beauty which the earth provided that afternoon, and the soft wind sifting through the trees was merely background music.
The groom was James Potter, a man who had been sighed over, chased after, kissed, and loved; a man who sparked charm and exuded freedom wherever he walked. He was one of those boys who was just likable. But when the marriage was announced, no one was surprised – the doggedness with which he had chased after the elusive Lily Evans ever since the age of eleven had made it quickly obvious that the pair would be wed someday.
For the bride was Lily, shortened affectionately to Lils by her friends and by James. Exotically pretty with bright red hair and sparkling green eyes, Lily was the peacemaker between her devastatingly personality-clashing friends Marlene and Alice, the sensible but fun-loving side of the three, and always laughing. The way she radiated happiness made her endearing; plainly put, she was the one that everyone knew and everyone was fond of, a girl whose infallibility had been proclaimed many times over by her future husband. She and James suited each other like night and day, and the love between them was apparent to anyone that met them; Lily was the only one who could control James, and had even persuaded him to get married in Muggle clothes, to honor her own childhood.
As the music began, Marlene and Sirius, the best man, stepped onto the carpet and started their trek towards the archway. Marlene's chestnut hair was piled on top of her head in a tight bun, and she wore a pale pink dress that complemented Sirius' corsage nicely. Sirius wore a suit, and the expression on his handsome face was solemn, but his eyes smiled as he and the girl he was escorting reached the arbor, and separated to stand on either side of the minister.
The second bridesmaid, Alice, and Remus, the groomsman, were next – they proceeded down the aisle, Alice's blonde head of hair and pale blue dress a ray of sunshine next to Remus' darker tuxedo.
The music swelled then, and James craned on his tiptoes – the rest of the audience stood and turned towards the back, where, from the shade of a curling oak tree, Lily shyly materialized in a tumbling of iridescent fabric, her red hair pinned back in fiery curls. The dress had been a source of speculation ever since the wedding had been announced, and those who had gossiped about it were not disappointed; it was beautiful, and as Lily drifted slowly down the aisle, her green eyes under the marquisette veil were trained only on one thing, and one thing only – James, under the roses, who was staring at her as well.
She reached him and floated a stop in front of his awed gaze, her lips hitched up into a gentle smile. He paused, then extended a palm, threading his fingers through her own.
The minister might have said some sort of thing in terms of vows – they didn't know. But when he said, "You may kiss the bride," James swooped up Lily in his arms without hesitation, and did just that.