A/N. Uhm... just so you know, these are not in chronological order. Its in order of how Goldenfeather put the words. So thats how I'm doing it. I really like this one actually. It makes me smile. I was reading over the chocolate one last night, and I was like "thats hilarious," because to Teddy what he thinks the chocolate could be, wow, I did not do that on purpose. I am dead serious.
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"OH MERLIN!" 21 year old Victoire Soon-to-be-Lupin-Weasley screamed. Her Aunts, Female cousins, and her best friends, Isabelle and Sam, came running in.
"What's wrong?" Ten year old Lily Potter asked from the doorway looking worried along with everyone else.
"The flowers aren't here!" She exclaimed. "We don't have flowers! The bridesmaids walking down the isle don't have flowers. I don't have flowers. Sam doesn't have flowers! Isabelle doesn't have Flowers. None of us have flowers!"
"Calm down Victoire," Ginny said. Victoire sat down on the bed she slept in the night before with a "humph" "The flowers will be here." Ginny reassured, patting her god-daughter on the back.
"The weddings in an hour!" Victoire exclaimed. "We don't have flowers!"
"If worst comes to worst, we'll pick some flowers from outside," Audrey said trying to comfort her.
"NO! I picked those flowers out with Teddy. I want those flowers. They match the dresses perfectly!" Victoire exclaimed, "And the photographer will be here in like two minutes!"
The doorbell rang.
"Please be flowers!" Victoire said running out of the room they were all in, down the stairs, and to the door. "Hello? Please tell me you've brought flowers," Victoire said, planning to cry if it wasn't the flowers being delivered.
"Uhm... No, I'm Dennis Creevery, I'll be your photo-" The guy started.
"NO!" Victoire said crying and collapsing on the floor. "NO, NO, NO!" she screamed waving her hands in the air like a mad-woman.
"Uhm... Ma'am, may I ask what's wrong?" Dennis said, obviously scared out of his mind.
"The bloody flowers aren't here, and the bloody photographer is and I don't have and bloody flowers for my bloody wedding!" Victoire screamed waving her hands in the air and tears running down her cheeks like they were trying to run away from something that was in her eyes. She put her face in her hands and she cried harder.
"Victoire!" Fleur came running down the stairs. She wrapped an arm around her daughter and rubbed her back. "I'm not sure where Ginny wants you to set up, you can go ask her," Fleur said to the photographer. "Bébé, il sera correct," (baby, It will be okay) Fleur whispered to her daughter, "Je promets." (I promise)
"Mais que s'ils n'établissent pas et les fleurs n'obtiennent pas ici à l'heure?" (But what if it does not work out and the flowers do not get here on time?) Victoire sobbed back.
"Ils seront ici," (They'll be here) Her mother assured her.
The doorbell rang and fifteen year old Roxy ran to the door. She opened it up.
"Flowers are here!" She screamed through the house.
"Oh Thank Merlin!" Everyone said relieved.
"We need to re-do Victoire's make-up," Fleur shouted through the house. The hairdresser/make-up artist ran to the rescue and re-did Victoire's make-up in five minutes.
"Thanks," Victoire said to the hairdresser happily. She grabbed her bouquet of flowers and stood in her place for the first picture.
A/N: Congrats, you survived chapter two! I'd like to thank babble fish for translating the words to French for me )
