Nothing belongs to me.
XXV: Balloon
Ginny peered through the window.
Even though she was in the kitchen, she too, felt the jittery anticipation that filled the warm tent propped in the garden.
Behind her, Fleur was slipping the tiara into her white golden hair.
Finally, after a long wait, it was time.
Ginny glided down the aisle with Gabrielle, after Fleur, her eyes raking over the assembled group.
Reaching Bill, to whom she winked at, and Fleur, she veered to the left to her determined station. She glanced around the tent again, beaming, before quickly facing the front again.
Apart from the sing-songy voice of the wizard who proceeded over the ceremony, another sound could be heard.
It was music. Ginny couldn't determine where it came from until the ceremony was almost over – the balloons hanging over Bill and Fleur.
She stared at them, gold and silver. The gold was pretty, yes, but there was something about the silver balloons…
They reminded her vaguely of someone. Who, though, she couldn't say.
"…then I declare you bonded for life."
Ginny jumped, clapping as warmth spread to her cheeks. She couldn't explain this, but briefly forgot about it all as the tent around her disappeared and a canopy took its place.
Of all the sights in the wedding reception canopy – from the white lace covered tables to the golden dance floor – the balloons still caught her eye.
She decided then that she rather liked silver.