At the end of the wedding hall, White Tigress and the Selwyns' white tiger bond. She sits next to him, as he lies down, and allows her to caress him. Seems they've got a lot in common. But then, White Tigress never doubted so...
At a table, Count Dracula and Count Drakul bond. They both have a glass of red wine, as they do. They're soon joined by Morbius and Deacon Frost; fellow vamps. From a distance, Duchess Viala can't help but stalk them...
Behind a rose bush outside, Werner von Strucker and Ruby Hale caress one another. For them, this never gets old...
Revanche and Psylocke catch up with one another. They are literally in each other's minds.
In a corner, Princess Python flaunts her pet python. There are many guests who find her python amusing...including the Selwyns.
Marc Kumar and Pepper Potts stand together, and drink wine. His arm is around her waist.
Offside, the other four Mandarin ring-bearers observe Mr. Kumar...with critique. Neither Malekith, Mole Man, Eiffel, nor Exile believe that Mr. Kumar and Ms. Potts will make it to happily ever after...
With his special effects, Mysterio tries to make the ceiling look like the sky. Alas, some house-elves are too quick to put him to shame, and show him how wizards have been doing the same thing for much longer than most of Mysterio's tech has existed. This disappoints Mysterio, of course. He supposes they've found a way to make the bride look prettier at the altar, too...
Morgan le Fey glides here and there, casting benevolent charms all around the castle. Some of the wizarding guests envy her, for being able to do magic without a wand...
Outside, Man-Thing and Groot beautify the grounds. If they're not careful, they'll cover the altar in rose vines...
With his powers, Aqueduct causes the punch in the punch bowl to shape-shift, and do tricks. Nearby, a lot of ladies go ga-ga as he does this... He should be used to it. He's a Master of Evil, after all...
While all this happens, the Three Blind Avengers and their Seeing Eye Wolves (GOTTA work on that name...) stumble here and there, on their so-called "security detail." All three of the Blind Avengers are wearing both blindfolds and sunglasses. With that said, Hannah's hard to spot in here...
Naturally, it's only a matter of time before Hannah sees them. She's bonding with Lady Gorgon and Grey Gargoyle when she sees them. Concerned, she barges right over to them.
"What," she half-whispers, half-sneers, "are you nine doing?! You didn't get invitations!"
"Oh!" Una giggles. "Hi, Hannah. Yeah, we just...wanted to come and see the wedding. We told the ushers that we're here on a security detail."
"Security?! How can you nine run a security patrol when you're blind?!"
"We're not ALL blind! As you can see, our six Seeing-Eye Wolves have perfect 20/01 vision!"
At the end of Una's rope, Feral seems disgruntled. War Machine, clad all over in his wolf-size exosuit, nuzzles her beneath her chin. She blinks, and tries to maintain a PMA, despite all the ridiculousness she's surrounded by...
Hannah sighs. "Okay, fine, do as you dare. But I'm warning you: if you get yourselves thrown out, we are going to have a SERIOUS discussion, when we meet back at Abbott Cottage."
"We're not kids, you know. We CAN pay for our own trouble...if we make it."
Hannah sighs. "I just care about you nine, that's all. I also care about Parvati. I'd hate for you to crash her wedding...as much as I'm sure we all hate the groom."
In the corner, Princess Python's python raises his head, in an alert position. His master seems confused, as if she can't tell that her python perceives his friend's just been insulted...
Una shrugs. "We're...not here to insult Parvati. You know that...right?"
Hannah sighs. "Just stay out of trouble. All nine of you." With that, she rejoins the party.
Elsewhere in the hall, Pierre Goyle and Palomina Brockelhurst interact with some of the other amateur couples who're here. Ms. Brockelhurst seems uneasy...but holding Mr. Goyle, and being held by him in general, seems to lend her stability she often doesn't get from...trying to help wizardry evolve.
Elsewhere, the Brockelhurst Cuckoos bond with Emma Frost. One at a time, they all flaunt their telepathy, and their abilities to transform into organic gem. Emma becomes diamond, Mara becomes emerald, and the other two Cuckoos become sapphire. They also both prove that they can't read minds while in their gem forms.
Theodosius II and Minos of Crete have joined the two Counts, Morbius, and the Deacon at the "vamp club" table. Again, the Countess Viala stalks them all... Theodosius and Minos both remind her SO much of Tim Curry...
A lot of the single males who couldn't bring plus-ones are bonding with the Shelestenko witches. They're falling fast. But then, it seems that the Shelestenkos are part-veela...
In the background, Justin stumbles around, trying to help the house-elves do their jobs. Ah, but if only house-elves weren't stronger than wizards. This REALLY puts Justin to shame, of course. He's a muggle-born, after all...
In the bridal suite, Parvati's getting into her gown...for the final time. All around her, house-elf magic beautifies her, as a bride...
In the wedding hall, there's a wedding cake. Atop it, there are figurines of Parvati and a basilisk. Parvati's in a red bikini and skirt, surrounded by the giant basilisk's coils. (Parvati didn't order this figurine, of course; Marcus did. It's well-known by all the bridesmaids, at least, that Parvati is ophidiophobic...)
In the hall, Parvati hears a crash. She groans, storms out of the suite, and storms down the hall, still wearing her bulky gown.
Head drooping, Justin pours a cauldron of anti-basilisk potion into a culvert in the floor. Via house-elf magic, the cauldron keeps refilling itself...
Around a bend, Parvati storms. She's charging Justin.
At the same time, the cauldron runs out of potion. Confused, Justin looks down into it, and tries to cast a spell on it, to get it to keep refilling, like before...
With a bridal shoe-clad foot, Parvati kicks Justin in the side. Justin rolls over, and tries to get up. Parvati kicks him again.
"This is unacceptable, Justin! This is my fucking fiance's wedding!"
Still doubling over, Justin stands. "I'm not...trying to insult your groom, dove. I mean I am, but..."
She gapes, and crosses her bare arms... Secretly, Justin cannot get over how adorable she looks in that gown...
"Basilisks are illegal here too, you know. I know Marcus has to treat them like their some kind of family sigil, but... First of all, this is the SELWYNS' house..."
"I don't care if it's the castle of Salazar Slytherin himself! You can't just show up to my wedding, and do all the house-elves jobs! The Selwyns pay good money to have good house-elves to do good work!"
Justin scoffs. "Is that why there's a hall of house-elf heads on the wall in a hall down below?"
"I DON'T WANT THIS TO GO WRONG, JUSTIN! I've waited WAY too long to get married! I just want to get into this gown, walk down that isle, and be with a man who actually WILL have me in his bed...whether it be snake-infested, or rose-infested!"
Justin scoffs. "ROSE-infested?! You've GOT to get yourself a better worldview of marriage!"
"Oh, and I suppose you're also going to tell me not to marry a parseltongue, is that right? GET IN THE MODE, JUSTIN FINCH-FLETCHLEY! I'm getting married now, and there's not a fucking thing you can do about it!" She points at a finger on her left hand. "THIS hand's about to get a ring on it, and..."
Parvati slowly looks around. It seems she's...drawn an audience.
From afar, Marcus looks over, and scoffs, smiling...petting a boomslang hanging from his arm, as he does. He's seen the bride before the wedding...and hence, as cursed it. But then, Parvati was more or less INVITING him to curse their wedding, just by getting mad at Justin...for no apparent reason that she'd get right to, without beating around the bush with a siren's scream.
Far off, Ronan II watches, through a telescope, from a distance. Something bad's going to happen down there. He just knows it... His little centaur's intuition can just sense it...