"Remind me again, what in your right mind possessed you to marry George Weasley?" Katie called out from the change room, where she was trying on the latest suggestion for a bridesmaid's dress.
Angelina Johnson sighed exasperatedly from outside the change room as she waited for her friend, with whom she'd spent many years playing Quidditch. It had been an extremely close call when it came to who Angelina wanted as her Maid of Honour, and in the end, Alicia had conceded the title to Katie, stating that Katie would handle the pressures and responsibilities far better than she would.
Angelina, with her stress levels near to maxing out, had yet to see what Alicia had seen in their friend that made her a more suitable candidate.
"You know very well why," Angelina shot back. "Now get your arse out here already and let me see!"
With many muttered curses condemning anything from Alicia to Dolores Umbridge's underpants (shudder), Katie finally emerged, glowering heavily at Angelina.
The latter simply covered her mouth, a twinkle in her eyes as she simply motioned for Katie to look herself in the floor-length mirror stationed outside the change room.
The girl in the mirror looked much more different than the girl looking into it felt. Whilst Katie herself felt a little silly and insecure with a side of irritation, the Katie in the mirror looked elegant and regal in the sky blue number Angelina had picked out for her.
"This is the one," Angelina breathed out. "You look amazing."
"Thanks," Katie muttered, inspecting her reflection more closely and had to begrudgingly agree that the dress did fit her well. "Wait, why are we worrying so much about what I'm going to wear when you, the bride, still haven't gotten your dress?!"
Angelina smiled wolfishly.
"That's what this afternoon is for."
"Never mind. I know perfectly why you and George are getting married. You two are meant for each other."
Angelina chuckled and made her way to the front of the store.
Katie looked pleadingly at her reflection.
"Kill me now?"
