July 2027

"Mum's been looking all over for you," I heard Bill say as he walked up. I looked over at him, little Adelaide on his hip. I motioned to the now empty chair next to me.

"Grandpapa! Where's Mummy!" Adelaide squeaked.

"She's over with your Gran," he said, sitting down.

"DANCE!" the little tyke declared.

"Well, Grandpapa is a bit tired. Why don't you go see if Daddy'll dance with you and I'll find you later," he replied. She hopped off his lap and took off after Teddy, a streak of tulle and mint green across the dance floor. Bill chuckled as he watched her go. "I seriously don't have the energy for her. How on earth did I raise three children?" he said.

"Just be glad it was only three and none of them played sports," I replied with a sigh. "Where is your Mum?"

"Over there talking to Hans," he said with a laugh. I looked over and sure enough, Molly Weasley was standing, eyes wide, as the short man in bright magenta robes gestured wildly. I could only guess what sort of tale he was weaving. Probably re-hashing the last wedding he planned for Celestina Warbeck.

"If I never have to see that man again, it'll be a good day," I muttered. Bill laughed loudly.

"But really, Oliver. He pulled off a fantastic wedding," Bill commented. "Besides, I thought he was terrified of you?"

"We could have done just as well without him," I said, frowning at him. "And he wasn't. At least, not anymore."

"Sure, you would have," he said, glancing at me. "Admit it… you like him. And he did rather astonishing things with the pitch."

"He's annoying… and, and… loud…"

"And yet, he did all this," Bill said, looking around the tent. I stopped and stared at him a moment and then looked back around. He had a point. Hans had taken the quidditch pitch in the backyard and turned it into a fairy wonderland with flowers everywhere and soft glowing light. Little pixies flitting all about, behaving for once. I wasn't about to admit out loud that I was impressed.

So instead I huffed slightly and crossed my arms as I returned to frowning at the man in question.

"You do not want to know what we had to do to get the damn pixies under control earlier today. I mean, seriously. Who has pixies at a wedding?!" I grumbled.

"Did you forget who's wedding this is?"

December 2026

"Do we really need a coordinator?" I asked for the millionth time as I followed Iris, Daisy and Wills through Diagon Alley. "We could do this ourselves!"

"And exactly when do you have time to put a wedding together?" Daisy asked, glancing back at me. "In between matches and practice?"

"I could do it!" I shouted, causing Iris to laugh.

"Dear, you didn't do a damn thing for our wedding. Or Jamie's," she replied.

"Dad, it'll just take a bit of the load off," Wills said. I frowned at him.

"Do not… call me Dad," I growled at him. The blasted chaser had the audacity to laugh.

"Sure… dad," he said, grinning back at him. I just rolled my eyes and huffed again.

"You'll get used to it," Iris sent me. I scowled at her.

"Don't see him calling you Mum," I returned.

"Because it doesn't nearly have the same effect as calling you Dad," Daisy replied, grinning.

"Private conversation!" I shouted at her, causing a passing couple to jump.

"Whatever, Dad," Daisy said with a giggle. We stopped in front of a large, pink building. That should have been my first clue to cut and run. It was pink. And frilly. And looked like a damn wedding cake.

"He comes highly recommended," Iris said, looking up.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" I asked, looking at Daisy. She just grinned and nodded.

"Let's go, we're nearly late," she said, dragging Wills in with her. For his part, he didn't look as convinced as Iris and Daisy that this was a good idea.

Maybe the chaser had a bit of decency after all.

We walked in and immediately, I ducked as a cupid careened around the room, nearly taking my head out.

"How sweet," Iris laughed, watching it continue to fly around.

"Dangerous, that is," I muttered, glaring as the cupid turned and started flying back at us.

"I think it likes you, Dad," Daisy said, giggling. I turned to glare at her just as the cupid smashed into my head. Frantically I started swatting at it, trying to hit it away.

"Damn, cupid," I muttered, ducking and glaring at it.

"Ah… here ve are! Da Voods!" a voice called out. We turned to see as a man in violent purple robes appeared at the top of a staircase, holding his arms out as he grinned. It was bloody, Gilderoy Lockhart incarnate. I stopped and stared as he made his way down the staircase, temporarily distracted from the murderous cupid who was taking nosedives at my head. Waving my hand around, I glared at the bugger as it pulled out an arrow and started to take aim at my head. The man clapped twice and immediately, the cupid buzzed off into another room. "So sorry… dey can be a bit bothersome. But such a nice touch, no?" He walked over to us and grinned, looking around the group. Iris and Daisy were both smiling.

"So good to meet you all - I am Hans," he exclaimed joyfully, though truthfully he was speaking so quickly and his accent was so heavy, I was having trouble following him. "And you must be da sister of da bride, no?" Iris giggled and blushed. Something unlike her.

"The mother, actually," she said.

"Get out of town!" the man shouted. Iris laughed again while I just rolled my eyes and started to rub my temples. I had a feeling I was going to leave this meeting with a headache. "So dis must be da daddy of the bride!" I cleared my throat and nodded.

"Yes, that would be me," I replied, squirming slightly at being called 'daddy' by a grown man.

"Apologies, my husband thinks we don't need a coordinator," Iris said, leaning towards him conspiratorially. Hans tossed his head back and laughed as though it was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard.

"Of course, he vould think dat. All the daddies think da same vay," he said, patting Iris on the arm. He then looked over at Daisy and Wills. "So dis is da happy couple!" He stepped over to them, holding his arms out. "Daisy, Daisy, Daisy… such a beautiful girl!" He kissed both her cheeks and looked up at Wills. "Wow, vat a handsome catch," he said, grinning at Daisy and winking. He turned and looked around the room. "George? GEORGE!" he shrieked.

An equally short man in light blue robes came rushing out from another room, pushing his glasses up his nose.

"Yes, boss?" he asked.

"Prepare da tea!" Hans ordered before turning and smiling at us again. "Please, follow me."

He walked grandly towards a back room, the four of us following him. Wills seemed to be a in a daze while Daisy was grinning over her shoulder at her mother.

"Isn't he amazing?" she mouthed. Iris nodded.

Bugger, this was going to be tedious.

Once we were all sat around a table, Hans pulled out his wand and waved it with flourish, causing a large, heavy book to rise off a table and float across the room. It landed with a thump.

"Here is some of my previous vork," Hans said proudly, pulling the book over. He opened it and held it open for us to look at while George quickly served tea.

"Oh, that's lovely!" Iris said.

"Is that Celestina Warbeck?" Daisy asked, pulling the book closer.

"Yes, I did her third vedding," Hans said, staring at the photos with a proud smile. "Such a lovely singer."

Wills and I sat shifting awkwardly in our chairs while Iris and Daisy fawned over everything in the book. I seriously hoped that Daisy didn't end up going for something as frilly as what his previous work seemed to show.

"So, Daisy… just vat kind of vedding are you thinking of?" Hans asked as he sat and propped his chin in his hand, seeming as though we were at a slumber party rather than a meeting. Daisy looked over at Wills and back at Hans.

"Well, we were thinking about having it outdoors. At my parents' house," she said. Hans gasped and started clapping excitedly.

"Perfect! I do love an outdoor vedding," he said. He looked over at George, who was hovering nearby. "George! Take notes. Let's see… ven were you thinking?"

"July," Iris answered. "We have to do it during the break in the quidditch season since both Daisy and Wills play." Hans eyes widened as he took in the tall player.

"Really?" he said, as though he didn't know. Of course, I was fairly certain it was all for show. As much as he had already gloated about his famous clients, I'd bet 1,000 galleons that he knew quite well just how famous Daisy and Wills were.

"Ok, if you look here… dese are some ideas ve could maybe use. I'm thinking… grand entry for you, Daisy. Perhaps… a unicorn? Or flying horse," he said, studying her a moment. Daisy's eyes widened as she was shocked into silence a moment. I sat up and cleared my throat.

"Surely, we don't need something that grand, do we?" I asked, studying Daisy and Iris. Iris was frowning at me.

"Do not be a spoilsport, Oliver," she warned.

"Well, that does sound nice, but I'm not sure we need something quite like that," Daisy said. "Surely it'd be too expensive…"I smiled, happy to see that Daisy was regaining some of her sense.

"Could always fly down the aisle on a broomstick," Wills offered with a laugh. Hans gasped and then glared at the man, as if it was the most preposterous thing he had ever heard.

"A broomstick? Merlin, no!" he shouted, his voice going up several pitches, causing Daisy and Iris to jump.

"Just… a joke," Wills said before burying his face in his tea cup. I couldn't help but chuckle a bit, earning another scowl from Iris.

"I would like something with a garden theme," Daisy said, getting Hans' attention again. "Maybe… some sort of enchanted garden?" His face lit up again.

"Now dat I can vork vith," he said, grinning. "How many ve expecting?"

"Well, quite a lot, I should think," Iris said. "We have a rather large family and there's a good chance most of the league will be coming." I took a deep breath, wondering if it was even possible to fit that many people on the backyard pitch. "Could be somewhere around 3 or 400, maybe." Hans beamed.

"Ah, den ve must have da grandest vedding of the year!" he exclaimed. He then launched into a fast-paced string of ideas that Iris and Daisy somehow seemed to follow. They both replied just as quickly. I shook my head and looked over at Wills, seeing he appeared just as overwhelmed as I was.

"Vat about cupids?" Hans suggested.

"No. No cupids," I replied immediately. Daisy smiled and coughed, trying to cover up her laughter. Hans then rapidly listed out several other things that Daisy and Iris agreed with. I wasn't quite sure what going to appear at this wedding.

After about an hour, Hans clapped happily and grinned around at us.

"Vell, da next step is for us to come look at vat ve're vorking vith. Is next Tuesday fine?" he asked, looking at Iris. She smiled and nodded.

"It really is a lovely little spot," she said. Daisy smiled over at me.

"Honestly, seems fitting that we get married on a quidditch pitch," she said.

"A VAT!" Hans shouted, causing all of us to jump. He looked scandalized.

"Oh, well… behind the house is a large quidditch pitch. For an outdoor wedding, it seemed the best option," Daisy said, her eyes widening. Hans took a deep breath and closed his eyes, motioning to give him a moment.

I frowned immediately. What was so wrong about getting married on a quidditch pitch?

"Und dere's nowhere else you might consider?" he asked, looking over at Daisy with a hopeful look. Daisy frowned slightly.

"No. That's where I want to be married," she said sternly. It was my turn to beam in pride.

"And if that's what Daisy wants, that's what she gets," I growled, earning another scowl from Iris as Hans turned to look at me, a tinge of fear in his eyes. But just as quickly he smiled and looked back at Daisy, who was grinning at me.

"Very vell. Ve vill come see dis pitch on Tuesday," he said.

We then stood and said our goodbyes with Hans and George waving us off enthusiastically.

"I don't know about you, Dad, but I could use a drink," Wills said once we were walking down the sidewalk. "That was… intense. I don't think I understood a word he was saying." I frowned at him.

"Do not call me Dad," I said.

"Are you happy with the first meeting?" Iris asked Daisy before shooting a frown at me.

"Yea, I think so," she said smiling. "I really like the idea about the fairy lights."

"I think that would be beautiful," Iris said.

"Surprised he didn't offer pixies," I said with a snort. Both women stopped and looked over at me. "What?"

"That would be perfect!" Iris exclaimed, looking back at Daisy.

"Wouldn't it?" she nearly squealed.

"No, we don't need pixies!" I nearly shouted. But it was too late. Daisy and Iris were already a few feet ahead of me, locked in a serious discussion about the logistics of having pixies fly around the wedding and which ones would work. Obviously not Cornish pixies.

"Best to just go with it, D-Coach," Wills said. I glared at him and then huffed, following my wife and daughter.

The last thing this wedding needed was more than one pixie.

And finally, we get to meet Hans. For those familiar with the movies, yes, he is pretty much entirely based off Martin Short's character - Frank. He was hilarious in both movies, so I knew instantly this story wouldn't be complete without such a character.

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