Daphne and Astoria, ivory
Word Count: 474
"I have never looked good in white," Astoria says, frowning as she stares at her reflection in the mirror. She looks over her shoulder at Daphne. "Literally never."
Daphne snorts. "It's ivory, you uncultured buffoon," she says, affection clear in her voice.
"And you're just being pedantic. They're the same bloody color."
Daphne considers arguing with her. Ivory and white are very much not the same color. But she keeps silent. Something tells her that her little sister has more important things on her mind than the exact color of her wedding gown.
With a sigh, she climbs to her feet and moves closer, taking a deep breath. She isn't good at this. Astoria has always been the wordsmith, able to transform her voice into the greatest weapon. Her sister can bend even the strongest wills to her cause. Daphne both admires her and finds her to be absolutely terrifying, if she's honest.
But Astoria needs her right now. How many times has she been there for Daphne? Now, it's the most important day of Astoria's life, and Daphne knows she has to be there. She sets her own troubles and doubts aside and gently turns her sister to face her.
"You look absolutely beautiful," Daphne tells. "And it has nothing to do with the ivory lace or the makeup. It has to do with your happiness."
She still remembers her own hesitation when Astoria told her about Draco. Daphne knew him from school, and he was hardly the sort of boy she would want her sister to date. In the end, he proved to have grown. No longer was he the angry boy with a chip on his shoulder. He was now a man with love in his heart and eyes only for Astoria.
It shows too. Astoria smiles a little brighter now. She walks with that glow that only comes with love. She has learned to love herself so deeply that Draco is just a bonus, not the most necessary part of her life.
Daphne is grateful for it. Her sister has come a long way over the last five years. How can Daphne be anything but thrilled now?
Astoria hugs her and kisses her cheek. "Thanks," she says softly.
There's a knock at the door. Their father pokes his head into the room, smiling broadly. "You both look beautiful," he says. "Tori, are you ready?"
Astoria looks at Daphne; Daphne nods. That seems to be all the younger girl needs. Perfectly glossed lips twisting into a smile, she nods. "Ready." She squeezes Daphne's hand. "You should get into position."
Daphne offers her sister one last smile. "Right."
Blaise is waiting for her, ready to serve as her escort down the aisle. "How is she?" he asks. "Not ready to bolt?"
Daphne shakes her head. "Nope. She's ready to become Mrs. Malfoy."