A/N: One shot for my Divination Class. I don't own Harry Potter. WARNINGS: I know that this isn't gonna be perfect for britpickers or history buffs, but No Flames please! Prompts used: Something/one in the title, yew wood, uptight and defensive.
Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Someone's Blue.
"But Father, I don't want to marry my cousin!" Walburga Black winged defensively at the old man.
"Tough. He has asked for you hand and you will marry him, you will keep the Black family name strong and pure!" Pollux Black said sternly.
"But…" She started to reply but her father cut her off.
"This is my final word on the matter" he snapped and marched from the neatly keep manor parlour.
"Mother, Please…" She turned to her mother whom had been sitting quietly at the kitchen table with her hands folded in her lap. She knew better then to try her husband's temper.
"Darling, this marriage has been arranged when you were in the womb and if you refuse to marry Orion, your father's reputation will be ruined and he will likely disown you." Irma Black nee Crabbe warned her daughter. Walburga sighed close to tears.
"Why is Father so uptight about this? We grew up together, he is like a brother to me…ugh" she threw her arms up in disgust.
"I'm sorry dear, but now that you are both seventeen, the wedding must be planned" She said matter-of-factly but with a kind look on her wrinkled face.
"But…" She tried to object once more, joining her mother at their beautiful table, which had been craved from the largest yew tree on their family manor estate.
"No more. My marriage to your father was arranged before I was born and we grew to love each other and now I have you, dear and I couldn't be happier." Irma smiled kindly as if this would be enough to console her daughter's unhappiness. Walburga just rolled her eyes and poured the tea she had been brewing before her father had walked into the kitchen and announced she would marry the boy she thought of as her sibling, the day after next.
"Thank you" her mother said as her tea cup was filled with the warm liquid and blissfully unaware that her daughter had not yet conceded continued with her plans for the wedding. "You'll wear my dress of course, as it was my mother's dress and her mother's"
"Mother, please." She begged the old women.
"Don't use that tone with me, Walburga Violetta Black" she snapped at her daughter. Walburga sighed again, she knew when she used her middle name, named after Irma's mother, that she was losing her patience too and you didn't want to be at the receiving end of one of her mother's spanking hexes.