Prompt: Tradition
You shouldn't change it, should you, Victoire?
But everybody joked about this. Everybody said you'd get married on Christmas Eve.
Even though the rule has always been 'No marrying in December,'.
"Teddy and I have decided a date,"
Applause, cheers, clapping.
"December 24,"
Shock. Confusion. Outrage.
"No."
"No."
"No."
It spreads around the table.
"Victoire Apolline Weasley, or should I say Lupin, this is completely disrespectful and troublemaking. Christmas Eve is no time for a wedding,"
At least, that's what your father says.
Then you run, because you're scared. You grab Teddy and you cry into him. You shake with sobs.
Then you tell him you're three months pregnant with his child.
