The Wedding
The weather was absolutely beautiful this august day. It was perfect for a wedding. And luckily for some; today was going to be about this exact thing. It was hot and the sun was shining from a clear blue sky, when they arrived. The house in front of them was large, tall and tortuous. It looked like it had once just been one large building, now with several added rooms, built in every possible direction. Four large chimneys could be spotted on the roof.
The courtyard, in which they had arrived, was filled with people waiting to be guided to their seats inside the large green garden, which was filled by a huge tent. The smell of the trees and flowers was sweet and fruity, butterflies were flying lazily around, and the girls didn't mind waiting to be shown inside.
They giggled as they spotted some of the hosts of this event. Four redheaded boys stood side by side greeting the guests; one being tall and lanky, and one looking like he didn't really belong in his body and felt uncomfortable, one coming towards them to guide them inside. It was a tall, freckled boy in his late teen years. He was toned, had a mischievous grin on his lips, and his hair was so red it looked like flames erupted from his scalp. He was really handsome and the forth boy looked exactly like him only it looked like something missed under his hair at the left side of his head, but it was hard to see so far away.
If their dear cousin was marring one half as handsome as the twin boys, she had done a great job landing that one despite her being part Veela. One of the twin boys had spotted them first and had said something to his brother, who had shoved him aside, sprinted past a couple of middle-aged witches and was now coming towards them.
He stopped in front of them and winked.
"Permettez-moi a assister vous," he said with a crooked smile, and offered them an arm each. They giggled, took one each and he escorted them inside, while his twin rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed as he helped the middle-aged witches find their seats.
The boy showed the two girls their seats and smiled at them as they couldn't help but giggle once more.
"I'm Fred Weasley, I mean je m'appelle Fred Weasley," he said and bowed while winking at the girls.
"Hello Fred. How very nice to meet you," said one of the girls with a smooth voice while she smiled sweetly at him, her big eyes bright. "My name is Anne Céleste, and this is my cousin Céline Girard," she continued.
"Ah yes Fleur's cousins," said Fred and smiled lopsided as Céline smiled at him and giggled, her long eyelashes brushing her cheeks, her light blue eyes intrigued.
"Yes on her mother's side. And you are Bill's brother," said Céline then and swung her long honey coloured hair which made a lot of the male guest gawk at her and Anne.
It was almost as if the girls were giving of a mysterious moon like glow. Fred looked like Christmas had come early.
"Well ladies, since your English is so fine, may I just say, you look absolutely stunning," he said looking first at Céline's sky blue dress, then looking at Anne's long toffee coloured hair and her delicate golden dress.
The girls shot a glance at each other, apparently sharing the same thought, because when their eyes met they couldn't help but giggle yet again.
"Thank you very much Fred, you do look quite handsome yourself," said Céline and lightly touched his arm.
"Fred!" a voice sounded behind Fred.
The other twin grabbed his brother's shoulder with a crooked smile, and he looked like he was happy he had finally escaped those middle-aged witches who had found their seats not far away.
"What are you doing to these lovely ladies?" he then continued and his glance settled on Anne and he winked at her as he looked into her golden eyes.
"Oh just getting to know them, dear brother," said Fred with a sly grin at his twin.
"I am George Weasley by the way," said the twin named George at the two girls.
"Hello George, nice to meet you. I am Anne Céleste and this is my cousin Céline Girard," said Anne as she introduced herself once more.
George looked from one to the other, his facial expression a complete copy of that of his twin.
"Fleur's cousins," he also concluded.
"So how do you like Britain so far," Fred and George then continued in unison after casting a glare at each other, clearly turning on their charm.
Anne and Céline were not late to respond the sudden atmosphere change. As they smiled, giggled and played with their hair, every man standing too close seemed to be affected by them, and gawked at them so badly, their wives dragged them further away.
"Well I do like the people here very much, they are really friendly," said Céline and slid closer to Fred, who couldn't seem to take his eyes of her for very long, after she had turned on her charm and smiled up at him, her long fingers tracing his arm.
"Everyone is so nice," Anne agreed. "George – what happened to your ear," she added in interest as she suddenly realized what was missing under his hair. George had been looking at Anne with dreaming eyes, but snapped out of it for a second.
"I had it cut off by a Death Eater," he said, shrugging, making it clear this was a very interesting, heroic story.
"Maybe you would tell me all about it later?" said Anne, her fingers lightly touching the hair surrounding the hole in his head.
George smiled mischievously and winked at her. "You bet sweetheart."
Anne giggled, tracing her fingers lightly across his chin before dropping her hand.
"There are still a lot more guests that need to be seated, I'm afraid. We should go help, but we will see you lovely ladies later," said Fred as he looked over at the tall, lanky boy who was showing an old couple their seats, casting angry glares in their direction.
Fred and George winked before they left to help get the last guests to their right seats, and disappeared towards a giant man with so much black hair and beard, it almost covered his entire face.
Anne and Céline sat down at their chairs, soon in the company of family and friends. The noise from the chattering and moving guests was high enough to allowed private conversations.
"I wonder if all the Weasley men posses that charm and those good looks," wondered Céline and looked around at other redheads attending the wedding as if to see if they were as handsome and charming.
"Well I guess Bill does at least, since he landed Fleur," beamed Anne, amused by the fact that Fleur was more than picky, both when it came to outer looks but also inner values.
"Well ... Fleur told me, Bill knows some extraordinary tricks if you know what I mean ... Wonder if he shared some tips with his younger brothers," said Céline, her eyes getting darker, a wide evil-looking grin spreading on her otherwise elegant face.
"Oh I do hope so ... but we will find out later my dear cousin," said Anne while a bright smile appeared on her lips, a rare suggestive laughter escaping from them.
"I am having Fred," said Céline after a few seconds, a beautiful smile showing on her elegant features.
"I would not want it any other way, since I am definitely having George," said Anne merrily, while waving at a couple of Bill's friends starring at her, attempting to flirt with her from across the tent, a charming smile back in its place on her lips.
The two girls looked at each other, smiling brightly at each other, while giggling. The men across the tent gawked openly at them. One of them gave one of his friends an elbow between the ribs.
"I am going after that girl with the caramel coloured hair no doubt about it," he whispered to his friends who were smiling smugly at the two beautiful girls sitting at the other end of the tent, whispering to each other, laughing at pointing.
"Good, you know I dig blonds – and that one next to her is absolutely stunning," his friend said grinning.
They continued to stare at the girls, not noticing the two redheads behind them, getting the last things ready.
"They are not going to get near our girls," laughed Fred, very confident in his own hunting skills.
"Right you are my dear brother. And see as I have already decided on Anne, he doesn't stand a chance, poor sod," said George while pretending to be sad for the guy who was looking at Anne, mesmerized by her.
"And see as I have already decided on Céline, both him and his friend will go home empty handed," nodded Fred with a mischievous grin on his lips.
"Oh no look," said George, his smile disappearing from his lips, so fast the transaction was a blur, "it's aunt Muriel!"
Fred turned in time to face their aunt Muriel, who looked even more malicious than usual.
"Fredrick, George, where are you manners, why haven't you greeted me?" said Muriel in an annoyed tone. Fred and George looked at each other, then took a breath and stepped over to greet their aunt.
"What is that George, your ears are asymmetrical!" was the first thing she said, when the twins approached her.
"It's good to see you too," said George while grinding his teeth.
"Oh look, more guests outside the tent!" Fred quickly pronounced, and pointed. Before Muriel could turn around, the twins said in unison "got to go!" and then they were gone. They stepped outside the tent, to find Hermione, Ron and Harry standing in the sun, talking about the Devil herself. They chipped in, but then a well-known guy appeared – Victor Krum.
Harry was the one who followed him inside. Victor Krum's sudden emergence made the guests turn their heads, and Céline placed her hand on Anne's and nodded at Krum.
Anne turned and looked in surprise at the famous Quidditch player who was in deep conversation with the boy with red curly hair, and was then showed to his seat. Then the tall lanky boy, a girl in a purple dress and the twins entered the tent and Fred said something to the curly-haired boy, before they all found their seats.
