Together with our parents, we
Andromeda Elizabeth Burnsworth
and
Kendrick Allen Wallace
invite you to share in the joy
when we exchange marriage vows
and begin our new life together
on Saturday, the twenty-second of September
two thousand eighteen
at four o'clock in the afternoon
Cathedral of St. Thomas
751 Rowena Road
Hogsmeade, Scotland

Victoire moaned as she heard a loud pounding on the door. "Go away," she called. Damn Tanya, and Elaine, and Andi, and ShiShi, and Sarah, and Megan, and everyone else, and especially Hannah-sodding-Longbottom. This time she was truthfully swearing off all forms of alcohol for life! Bachelorette parties were no exception to the rule that Victoire Georgette Weasley does not drink.

"Vic," said Elaine suddenly at her side. "I'm sooo sorry! I really shouldn't have talked you into that second glass of champagne, and I definitely shouldn't have let Tanya give you that funny looking blue drink, and oh Toire, I'm so sorry. You didn't want to, and well really you should have stood up for yourself a bit more, but oh, honey, you are a horrible drunk. Three drinks and you were basically wasted. How's your head? I brewed up a quick hangover potion." Elaine helped her sit up and rubbed her back calmingly as she sipped the horrid tasting drink.

"What did I do?" asked Victoire cautiously. She was a horrible drunk and after agreeing to the first glass of champagne to toast her friend at the bachelorette party, she hadn't been as adverse to a second or third or fourth drink as she should have been.

"Errr…" said Elaine pausing. Victoire knew it was bad then. "Well, being a veela, I think you lost control on your guy attracting powers, for a bit. They were practically mugging you! And then you kissed some poor bloke, and he passed out from the mere shock of it and you just laughed and laughed. And we had to get you out of there before you started a kissing booth! Something about 'if I can't have Teddy Lupin, what's stopping me?'"

"Merlin, I'm never drinking again! I swear, this is the last time!"

"At least it wasn't as bad as in sixth year when we snuck into Hogsmeade. I swear you were going to get killed by that hag you challenged to a duel! If I hadn't intervened! And then you would have been surely arrested if I hadn't apparated you out of there when the aurors showed up! Setting the pub on fire wasn't a great survival strategy either!"

"SHUT UP ELLIE!" said Victoire trying to forget stupid things she had done while drunk. She clutched her head in her hands, trying to stop the pounding. "Urgg.. you suck at potions!"

"I was top in the class, need I remind you, number two?"

"Slughorn just thought he could get in your pants."

"Ho Hem!" interjected Ellie. "If I recall it was you who got drunk at one of his parties and tried to give him a lapdance! Honestly, if he hadn't been wasted from drinking too much of the punch that the marauders spiked, you would have been in detention or something equally horrible."

"I TOLD YOU NEVER TO MENTION THAT AGAIN!" shrieked Victoire, wincing at the painful memory of being slightly tipsy after the marauders had spiked the punch. Luckily most everyone else at the party had been drunk so, no one but Elaine had witnessed her performance, and Teddy and the marauders hadn't been there at all as they had skedaddled after committing their crime.

"Okay, fine, I won't. Just don't get drunk again, and I won't have to!" retorted Elaine who was also a bit hungover and looked a bit put out over all of the screaming. Victoire smiled smugly. "Well, now that you feel so much better, you need to get going! Your hair appointment is in twenty minutes! You overslept!"

Victoire's eyes widened, and she shot out of bed, still wearing the clothes she had worn the night before. "YOU SLAG!" she called as she shot to the bathroom. "HOW COULD YOU LET ME SLEEP IN!"

"BREAKFAST IS ON THE TABLE! LOVE YOU TOO!" called Elaine who was now laying herself down on Victoire's bed, closing her eyes. She was tired and hungover too.

After her startlingly cold shower, Victoire threw on a pair of grey sweats and grabbed the egg, cheese, and ham sandwich that Ellie had made her. Apparating to the salon in Hogsmeade where the bridal party was meeting to get ready, she wasn't surprised that she was the last one there. Andi was sitting in her bright pink sweat suit that proclaimed her THE BRIDE in purple sequins as she got her hair done by the woman. Tanya's hair was done in a big poofy mass of curls on her head, and Megan's hair was in the process of being poodlefied. Victoire smirked at the thought.

"Hey, sorry I'm late! I'm just a bit tired from last night still, but I'm super excited!" she said in her best bridesmaid voice.

"Yes, last night was quite interesting," commented Andi with a smirk. Victoire wondered if there was anything Elaine forgot to tell her about. "But sit down Toire, Shanna will do your hair! I was thinking lots of curls!"

Victoire shrugged, she had left her hair straight after her shower, and it wasn't her big day, whatever the bride wanted. Settling into the chair, she fiddled with the zipper on her sweat suit jacket. She needed to relish the grey before detonation. Let the countdown begin.

A few hours later, a small group of men sat in the back room of St. Thomas's passing around a flask of muggle whiskey. "No thanks," said a man with his shoulder length light brown hair tied back in a pony tail. He was sitting on top of a dressing table, and passed the flask to the man on the floor next to him.

"Are you sure Ted?" asked one of the other men looking across the small room speculatively. "Those look pretty awful, and I'm going to need a bit of liquid courage to step one foot outside this room."

"That's why I was a Gryffindor and you were a Hufflepuff. Bravery, I've got it in abundance," he replied loftily with a wink.

"Not around Miss Weasley if I recall," commented a dark haired Asian man. Ted blushed, and David laughed. "Must still be true."

"So, nervous there KenKen?" taunted Travis Thicknesse gulping down a large portion of the whiskey before passing it to the groom who was wearing the least embarrassing of the outfits which had been modified since the last time that they had seen them. The pants were still black, and the shirt still white. All of the men were currently wearing theirs, but their ties, vests, and robes still hung on the hooks across the room.

Suddenly, the door to their small sanctuary burst open, and in marched the very woman they had been speaking of seconds before. David raised an eyebrow in Teddy's direction, and the metamorphmagus looked at the floor. The other groomsmen were staring at the dress clad veela, more specifically her dress. While her hair was a tasteful mass of curls, and her make up was very gaudy, and the dress was something else, all the way from the tips of her purple sequin clad shoes to the puffy pink sleeves.

"Come, come, why are you not ready, the wedding starts in twenty minutes and while I'm sure you wanted to minimize the amount of time in the… errr… wonderful ensembles that Andi picked out, you must get ready. Theodore Lupin, don't give me that look, my your hair has gotten long, make it pink, match my dress if you can. Andi would flip a shit if she saw the five of you in here like this. Teddy, up, let me help you into this vest, are you honestly this much taller than the last time I saw you?"

The rest of the men looked on in horrified shock as she pulled their fellow to his feet and began dressing him in the bright pink vest with metallic purple buttons, wrapped the bright pink tie around his neck, pulling the knot violently as Teddy's face went a little purple, and literally thrust him into the bright purple robes with the purple sequins on the trim. She had transformed their very manly looking friend into a poof in a matter of seconds.

"Now, who's next, or are you capable of dressing yourselves?" she asked aggressively. They sprung into action, Kendrick being the grateful one as his robes were simple black and white with a limited bit of purple and pink in his vest and tie.

"You look great Vic," said Teddy, enchanted by her mere presence.

"Don't lie to me Lupin," she snapped. "I look like a prostitute, a tart, a slag, a common bloody whore! Bloody dress, bloody shoes, bloody sparkley eye shadow!"

"Aw Vic, you still look like a princess to me, besides, I'm the male sporting pink hair, just a bit emasculating don'cha think?" Victoire managed a weak smile at her longstanding friend. She wouldn't admit it to him, but he was still very handsome with pink hair. Made his bright blue eyes pop even more.

"Thanks Ted, and don't worry, it's just one night, and then we can burn these clothes, right?" she winked at him and then kissed him briefly on the cheek. "I've got to go and so do you gentlemen. Hurry up! I'd hate to see what Bridezilla would do if you weren't at the altar Kendrick! BE THERE!" And with a flash of purple sparkles and pink glitter, she was gone from the small room.

Less than ten minutes later, Victoire was holding her large bouquet of pink roses waiting for the large wooden church doors to open for the bridal party to march down the isle. As two ushers in pale pink suits grasped the handles of the door in front of her, Victoire enjoyed a mental count down. In five, four, three, two, one… BAM! PINK EXPLOSION!

Andi's cousin was the flower girl and walked down the isle strewing large bright purple petals on the pink runway carpet that Andi had gotten to decorate the church for the occasion. The dark wood pews that lined either side of the long pink isle were draped in matching pink silk with purple ribbons and bright pink flowers. Andi had even commissioned the church to allow her to temporarily paint the walls a bright pink. However, not even temporarily painting the walls of the church pink was the crowning pinkness of the occasion. Borrowing from the ingenuity of the marauders way back in their first year, a spell had been placed on the entrances to the church that temporarily changed the colors and shades of the outfits of the guests into various shades of pink and purple. The guests were a collage of every shade of pink known to wizarding kind.

As Victoire stepped up to prepare for her own march down the isle, she almost wished she had sunglasses to shield her eyes from the glaring pinkness of it all. It literally looked like a pink bomb had detonated inside the small crowded chapel. Just before beginning her walk of shame dressed like a slag however, Victoire had one small comfort, a small concession granted to her by Andi so that Victoire could manage a legitimate smile as she paraded to the altar. Looking to her left, she saw a patch of red hair soaring above the crowd, Uncle Ron. Looking at him in his now very pink outfit, combined with the pouting grimace of disgust plastered on his face, she couldn't help but bite back a laugh as she serenely began her walk. Somehow above all the murmuring and music, she managed to hear a muted "Bloody Hell! I swear to all that is holy that the food at this reception better be bloody worth it… bloody pink wedding," "Honestly Ronald." "We thought Phlem's wedding was horrible! This doesn't even compare!"

Grinning broadly, she looked down the isle to see someone else who made her smile: Teddy Lupin, pink hair and all, with a serious look on his face. Gliding down the isle in her horrible dress, with her horrible shoes, and horrible make up, somehow, him looking at her with that slight upward tilt in his lips and calming glow in his blue eyes made Victoire feel beautiful. Not quite the normal miracle considering she was part veela, but under the circumstances, yes.

After the other two bridesmaids and Tanya had walked out, the congregation rose to greet Andi in her long flowing white dress on the arm of her father who was wearing a set of black dress robes. Apparently, he got to do whatever he liked since he was paying for the affair. A watery eyed Mr. Burnsworth passed his daughter almost reluctantly to the waiting Kendrick.

Victoire grinned at the sight. Andi had really planned this well. In order to avoid the glaring pink surrounding them, all attention was clearly focused on the beautiful couple in white as they exchanged vows, rings, and a kiss. The stark white of Andi's dress made her look like a beacon of beauty in the ostentation and gaudiness of the chapel, a pure and beautiful substance surrounded by the glaring colors of exaggeration. Victoire no longer resented her dress as the overall effect was wonderful. Okay… so she still did resent it.

The pictures took forever, but for once Victoire took comfort in the blinding property of a bright flash. She could no longer see the pink surroundings. By the time that the wedding party arrived at the giant pink tent where the reception was being held on the warm September night, Victoire was a bit flash happy. Barely registering that the people were no longer pink, she adjusted her eyes finally as a bright purple blur ran up to her.

"Victoire!" exclaimed Elaine as she came into focus. She hugged her friend. "You have got to be the best friend anyone ever had to wear that horrible costume. I thought you could use some love."

"Thanks Lainey, you're the best. I really needed that hug. I can't even let myself drink off the misery!" she laughed.

"Yeah, we don't want a repeat of last night," giggled Elaine who Victoire realized was a bit tipsy on the sparkling pink champagne already. "See you after dinner, bring Teddy to our table. Andi separated the marauders so they wouldn't cause trouble, and we haven't even seen Orion yet! I'll be lonely!" She made a pouty face before turning on her heel and swaying off to find James. Like bloody hell she'd be lonely with James to keep her company was Victoire's opinion on the matter.

The dinner was surprisingly good, perhaps because Andi's father had drawn the line at pink food and forced her to choose normal food. However, he had conceded to a pink five layer confectionary of a wedding cake decorated in frosting roses. The toasts were beautiful, Tanya's in three languages before they managed to shut her up. After, Kendrick and Andi had enjoyed a beautiful dance below a cloud of twinkling fairy lights floating above their heads.

Teddy had led Victoire out on the floor for a dance she knew she would savor a lifetime. Andi's dance with her father had been a bleery eyed one for him. Apparently, she was his little princess, and he still couldn't handle the idea of losing her to some boy. However, after a few short dances, Victoire and Teddy migrated over to the table where Elaine and James were sitting, both slightly tipsy, Elaine more so as she didn't hold her alcohol as well as James did.

"Let's play a game!" exclaimed Victoire looking to Teddy who caught on immediately. Grinning he remembered the last wedding they had attended and nodded enthusiastically. In fact, he was pretty sure he had seen Ophelia Rossi wandering around with a half empty cocktail drink in her hand.

"No!" exclaimed James. "You're kidding! Oh, explain to Ellie, we can't play without Orion! This is the best! Bringing back "are you my mommy?" He rushed off excitedly while Teddy and Victoire happily explained the rules of the game to Ellie who thought it was a great idea and was anxious to play.

James was soon trotting back with laughter in his eyes. "Told Orion, he's excited, doesn't know how the game works yet, but this is going to be great! Who is our victim?"

"Ophelia Rossi, we pranked her last wedding, and it was priceless. I have a few more pick up lines that I've looked up, stole some from your Ellie chasing days. I can't wait to try them on her!" laughed Teddy while Victoire and Elaine giggled at the prospect of the impeding entertainment. They were truly a bit bored, and this game was just too fun to pass up.

"This is going to be great, I even brought a camera this time!" laughed Victoire.

"Oh wow, remember when she told me that girls with asses like hers don't talk to boys with faces like mine, well I've got some faces for her!" joked Teddy, James and Elaine laughing.

After a few minutes of laughing and waiting, Orion suddenly appeared out of the crowd. The group smiled at him, ready to begin the festivities. "Hey guys, can't wait to play this mysterious wedding game! And, I brought a friend. I'd like you all to meet my girlfriend," he turned to introduce someone, but then held up a finger to indicate he would be a second longer and hopped back into the crowd before reappearing a second later holding the hand of a beautiful woman. "Meet my girlfriend Ophelia Rossi," he said as she gave the group an 'I'm better than you' smile.

"A pleasure to meet you," she said in her refined voice, flicking her eyes over them dismissively.

"So, you said we were gonna play a game! Let's play, I'm pumped, PhePhee wants to play too, how does this go?" Orion asked excitedly as the others exchanged glances nervously. Game over, Ophelia was out as a candidate, and they couldn't let her see them play. Too risky, she was a bitch and a slytherin, but she wasn't dumb.

"Errr, actually, I think they are going to cut the cake soon, and I think that Ted and I are needed… did you and Ellie say something about wanting to dance instead?" prompted Victoire with pointed looks at the others. They all chimed in agreement a bit too quickly and enthusiastically, but Orion didn't seem to notice and they bid farewells to Ophelia, saying how wonderful it was to meet her. Teddy and Vic exchanged glances as they abandoned the couple, before bursting into laughter when they reached a safe distance. Neither could imagine Orion staying with that frigid bitch long. After that, whenever there was a quiet moment the rest of the night, Victoire whispered, "PhePhee," causing them both to burst out into giggles.

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