The Wedding Disclaimer: The characters and their stories belong to J.K. Rowling and Scholastic Publishing and the like… The quotes belong to their respective authors, as well. I own the all-true tale this story is based on. Rating: Suggestive Summary: This is a truly inspired work. I happened to attend the wedding recently of my bosses' daughter. I can't help but think of this couple (my bosses that be) as perhaps a real-life version of my favorite pairing. They inspired this story and it is written in their honor and sheer hope they never have to see their 'in-laws' again. A/N: A special thank-you to my beta, GoodWitch for help with this story. Another thank-you to those who reviewed this story so far. I am very honored by it and I hope you continue reading. Thanks! Ella Twain A friend will be there for you when you get in trouble, a true friend will be by your side driving the getaway car.
-Anon.
"Melyssandra…"
"Albus…"
"What is it that you are doing with Susann's water-bottle?"
"Nothing..."
"Lyssie, you forget that you were not sorted into Slytherin, unlike your fiancé. You don't lie well or at all."
"Seriously, it's nothing."
"Lyssie…"
"What? It really is nothing. I just thought Susann might like a refill on her water."
"You know I've learned never trust a former-Potions-professor's daughter…ever."
"Al, you're the best man and Brendan's closest friend. You are like a cousin to me, but if you don't let me alone about the bloody water bottle you will be a distant cousin, a very distant cousin."
Albus Potter shrugged and let a coy smile cross his face.
"I was actually going to volunteer to take it to her myself. She's not going to trust you. She loves me."
"Forget what I said, you're like a brother."
"Except you already have enough of those…so we'll settle for good friend and a person who thinks his best friend's Mum is a complete nutter."
"I just need her to calm down. Really, this is for her own good, because if I don't do something--"
"Your Mum is going to kill her."
"Pretty much… I just rather there weren't any blood shed at my wedding; it would clash horribly with the colors I've chosen."
"I would agree to that statement if I weren't male and 'inherently-color-blind' as my wife points out to me every. Single. Day. If I had my way the whole flat would have been maroon and gold with big lions painted everywhere."
"And you don't think that Abby would have a problem with that, because if you remember, she is a Hufflepuff and Head of the Hufflepuff House?"
"So? I'm Head of Gryffindor; I'm sure we could have reached a nice arrangement of colors…"
"Of course Albus, of course… But enough about you--back to the natural disaster that my wedding is slowly becoming!" Lyssie moaned.
"What else besides the monster-in-law do you need me to take care of?"
"Brendan."
"And you are worried--"
"Al, Scorpius is a groomsman. Lysander is a groomsman. Ced is a groomsman. Nothing good ever came in threes…a Slytherin, a Ravenclaw, and a Hufflepuff…tell me that doesn't spell chaos, please--tell me."
Al shrugged his shoulders in a non-committal way. It was absolutely frightening the quirks one picks up from their parents, because Lyssie could've sworn it was Uncle Harry. And from all she knew, 'the shrug' as her Mum had deemed it could only mean trouble. No, Gryffindors had a nasty time of lying but they had no problem skirting the truth altogether when necessary.
"Just make sure he's alive, fairly sober, and you know…human at our wedding."
There was no answer but another shrug. Lyssie sighed, shoved the water bottle at Albus, and took off in the opposite direction in hopes of finding the bottle of Firewhiskey her fiancé had hidden.