A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

Word Count: 826

Lavender pulled the cart from the kitchen. Setting up for the reception was always the hard part of catering a wedding. Everything had to be in the right spot, everything had to be perfect when the bride and, in the this case, groom walked into the room.

Most couples who booked a private serving room at the Leaky Cauldron expected perfection. Magic could make anything perfect. Lavender had learned to hate using magic to make it work. She'd learned there were just somethings that felt so much more satisfying if she physically did them.

She slid the cart next to the center table. The lemon tablecloths matched the ribbons on the wall, the buttercream roses on the three tiered cake, and the napkins placed on each table. Lavender placed the cake in the center of the table and then placed the cake plates and forks in front of it.

She gave the cake a wistful smile. She'd never get married. She'd been a bridesmaid. She'd helped set up countless wedding receptions, but no one would ever want to marry her. She was certain of that fact.

No one wanted a witch with a mangled face, with scars covering her body. No one wanted a witch who was tainted, contaminated by werewolf blood. Lavender had never actually transformed, but that didn't change what had happened to her.

Pushing those thoughts from her head, she set up the chocolate fountain on the table next to the cake. It was mesmerizing to watch, the chocolate flowed down, was pulled back up and cascaded down again.

"You really should try it, make sure it taste right," a voice commented. Lavender turned.

"Luna? What are you doing here?"

"I'm a guest of the bride, or groom, or I might have accidentally wandered in here looking for gnargles. I'm never quite sure. I know why you're here. You're setting everything up for a happily ever after that you wish was yours," Luna stated, picking up a strawberry from the tray and dipping it in the chocolate. She brought it to her lips and took a nibble.

"Just right," she stated. "Want a bite?" she asked, offering the nibbled strawberry to Lavender.

"I...I'm working."

"It's your loss, you know. Sometimes it's about taking the right chance at the right time."

"What is?" Lavender asked, interested in spite of herself. She continued to set up while watching Luna.

"Everything. If you weren't here, I wouldn't have bitten this strawberry. If I weren't here, you wouldn't be thinking about what I'd look like in a yellow dress. It's good luck for weddings, you know."

"Why aren't you wearing a yellow dress then?" Lavender asked, looking at Luna's pink dress.

"I guess because I'm supposed to wear pink today instead. It's your favorite color, isn't it?" Luna asked. Lavender nodded slowly. No one had ever paid that much attention to her.

"It is," she said.

"Good, I thought so. I was hoping I'd see you here."

"Why? Because you like my chocolate fountains?"

"No, silly, because I like you. I like watching you work, I mean, work work. I like seeing you look at things and smile, even if it is a sad smile. I like how you make sure every little detail is perfect."

"Have you been following me?"

"No! We know the same people, the same people who get married, and we get invited, one way or another into their weddings, into their lives. We keep meeting while they keep moving forward."

"I guess that's true. I've got to keep getting things set up. Um, do you want to help me?"

"I would love to. Just tell me what goes where."

"Those rolls of silverware, one at each place setting," Lavender answered. Luna smiled, taking the bin and starting to set up the tables. Lavender watched her as she moved, almost as if dancing to some unheard music. Lavender wondered if she let go of everything, let go of all the emotions, all the dreams holding her down, if she'd hear the music too.

Soon the girls were finished setting up. There was still some time before everyone arrived.

"We should check and make sure the music is set up correctly," Luna stated. Lavender nodded in agreement. She followed Luna, watching as Luna's dress swished around her ankles, the way her shoes sparkled. Luna did a few quick spells. Music swelled to life.

"Looks like it's right," Lavender stated. Luna nodded.

"Lavender, would you do me the honor of having this dance?" Luna asked, turning to her. Lavender stared at her for a moment before nodding slowly. Luna extended her hand.

"Take my hand and never let go," she whispered, as Lavender did just that. They were still hand in hand even after that song ended and the wedding party entered. Lavender looked around, watching everything going perfectly and she wondered who could she have cater her wedding if this ever led to that?