Engaged Chaser

Horse Luver 14

The wedding is in less than two weeks.

I've gotten three weeks away from the Harpies--a week before the wedding and two afterward. I was kind of surprised that they were so nice about the whole thing, but then again, they've been really good about time off for planning and whatnot so far.

I'm glad I'm going home again soon. I'm so nervous I'm not playing very well.


Diary of an Auror

Stag

I can't tell anyone for fear of seeing more Michael Jackson pictures, but...

I AM SCARED OUT OF MY FREAKING MIND!!


I'm Loopy

Loony

Well, one of my best friends got married today.

The wedding wasn't until two, but we all--all of Ginny's friends, I mean--went over around ten in the morning to help her get ready. It was Teri who asked the question we all knew the answer to but were dying to ask anyway:

"Are you nervous?"

She laughed. "Yeah. Really nervous."

"You'll be fine," her mum said, coming in with more decorations. "You both will."

She smiled. "Thanks, Mum."

After the orphanage staff had taken the kids out for the day, we helped decorate the backyard. I know that the backyard of an orphanage may seem like a weird place to get married, but we needed a place that was away from Muggles and was still sort of pretty, and the Manor's backyard is one of the prettiest places I've ever seen.

"You don't have to help us," Ginny's mum kept saying.

"I'd rather be doing something," she said, and I couldn't help but agree. If I were the one getting married, I wouldn't want to just sit around watching everyone else work. I wouldn't be able to.

Even with magic, all the decorating took a while. It was still worth it, though; by the time we were done, the entire backyard looked even more beautiful than it had before. We had put pale blue and yellow flowers everywhere, hung ribbons over the arches, set up chairs--everything. After a quick lunch, we had two hours to get dressed and everything.

If you asked Ginny, she would say that those two hours went by pretty quickly. If you asked the rest of us, we'd say that it didn't go by quickly at all--probably because Ginny kept asking about everything, running around and checking on everything a billion times.

"Well, at least she's not going Bridezilla on us," Hermione whispered when Ginny checked back in the kitchen for the third time.

"Bridezilla?"

"Muggle saying. It means a bride who's...well...a monster."

I laughed. "Hopefully, she won't get that far."

"I think she's getting pretty close, though," Millicent said. I guess she'd been standing close enough to overhear.

Around one-thirty, we got dressed and started doing our makeup.

"At least she didn't pick out crappy colors or anything," Teri said, and she was right. Ginny had picked out cute, pale blue strapless dresses for all of us bridesmaids to wear--nothing ugly, nothing weird. (And I guess that's really something; Teri told me that at one of her cousins' weddings all of the bridesmaids had to wear these hideous frilly, poofy pink dresses that were almost impossible to walk in. She said that if everyone hadn't loved Jana so much, they probably would've killed her.)

The wedding went off without a hitch. Nobody fainted, nobody screamed that Ginny had been sleeping with all of the groomsmen or that Harry had been doing the same thing with the bridesmaids (and if anyone had, nobody would've believed it), and most importantly, nobody got left at the altar. (Even though the idea seemed ridiculous, I guess it actually scared Ginny enough to worry about it.) Harry looked a little nervous when he got there, and he forgot his lines halfway through the vows, but the minister helped him along and everything else went smoothly.

Her parents cried. I cried a little, too, but I wasn't upset at all. I guess everyone cries at weddings.


The World's Smartest Idiot

Terrier

Well, my best friend married my sister today.

Dad and I got there early to help him get ready and everything, and he seemed really nervous. How could I tell? Well, aside from the fact that he looked like he hadn't gotten any sleep at all, the first thing he said when we got there and Dad asked him how he was doing was "I think I'm going to puke."

I didn't think that sounded good at all. "Want me to owl Mum? Tell her we've got to hold off?"

Harry started to nod, but Dad shook his head. "It's just nerves. He'll be fine." He started to protest again, so Dad told me to leave them alone for a minute so they could talk.

So I did, and when I came back, Harry looked much better--still a bit nervous, but not at all like he was going to puke. Dad asked him if he'd be okay, and he nodded.

The rest of the day went fine. Harry forgot his lines halfway through the vows, but the minister helped him along and the rest of the ceremony went fine. Mum cried, of course, and even Dad cried a little.

Me? After seeing how happy he and Ginny were at the reception, I'm just glad we didn't call it off.