Magical Magick
--Dancing With Lightning
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--Dancing With Lightning
Epilogue —Hunter—
It had been a good five months since Morgan and I had agreed to join in handfasting. We'd done that ceremony last week, and it was all so familiar, I wasn't one bit nervous.
It's amazing how quickly things change.
I stood up at the top of the isle with Harry, Draco and Killian (he wasn't really my choice, but I had to pick someone). I started to feel extremely ill, and I leaned slightly closer to Harry.
"What if something goes wrong?" I whispered urgently as two of Morgan's cousins (our 'flower girls') walked down the isle. One was only young, and she almost ran down the isle, hurling rose petals in every direction. The other, an older girl, walked carefully down the isle, throwing the petals gently.
Harry covered a smile with his hand. "Everything will be fine. I'd squeeze your hand to reassure you, but then we'd look kinda suspicious."
I smiled when Sky started to walk down the isle, looking a little nervous. She gave Raven a smile as she walked past, then she winked at me, making me feel a little better. Relax, her voice came in my head. You look heaps nervous. Just calm down a little.
I nodded slightly, and she went to stand with Killian. Then Hermione walked down, smiling at the guests. She went to stand with Draco, taking his hand. Then Mary K peeked out and walked down the isle, smiling reassuringly at me. I smiled back, linking my shaking hands behind my back. As she walked past me to stand with Harry, she murmured,
"You look so sexy."
That lightened my mood a bit, and I smiled at her. Morgan was next. I drew a deep breath and let it out slowly, that sick feeling creeping into my stomach again. As Morgan and Sean stepped around the corner, my heart stopped.
The train of Morgan's dress trailed a few meters behind her, glistening with silver diamond beads. She wore diamond earrings and a tiara decorated with diamonds, to accentuate her curled her, the ringlets just brushing past her shoulders. Under the veil, I could see that tears twinkled in her eyes, and her mouth slightly trembled as she smiled. A beautiful bouquet of pink and white roses was placed in her shaking hands. Two-thirds of the way down the isle, Sean stopped and let her go the rest of the way. She took a few steps up to the kind of stage, and passed her bouquet to Mary K before taking her hands in mine.
"You may now kiss the bride," the priest announced. I leaned forward and lifted the veil from Morgan's face before gently pressing my lips to hers. Everyone cheered. Morgan and I pulled apart, but as Morgan looked around, she coloured and buried her face in my chest, crying.
I gently took her shoulder and pushed away so she could look at me. "I know, I know, you're a—what was it? Oh yes, a 'bloody crybaby'."
She laughed and hugged me, crying into my shoulder. "You know what?" she asked. I shrugged. "I don't care. I'm going to be a crybaby. It's my Catholic wedding, for God's sake!"
I laughed. "Of course. Cry all you want."
—Morgan—
It was the reception, and I pulled Hunter to a seat, puffing. "I can't dance anymore! What about you?"
He smiled for the twenty-millionth time that day. And what a killer smile! "I think I'll have to agree with you, love," he said, taking my hand. "Definitely. I'm buggered."
Mum stood up from her table and tapped her spoon on her glass. Everyone stopped to look at her. "Morgan!" she called. "Throw the bouquet!!"
I stood up. "All non-married or single women, line up!" I giggled, going to the front of the room. A group of girls gathered in front of me, and I turned my back on them, taking the bouquet from my mother before throwing it over my head. I turned around to hear all the girls giggling, and I smiled. At the very back of the group, Hermione stood there, bewildered, the bouquet neatly sitting in her arms. She went bright red, and I saw Draco sitting next to Hunter, laughing so hard he fell off his chair. I walked back over to Hunter and pointed over at Mary K and Harry, who had started to dance again.
Hunter smiled. "I think those two are going to be happy with each other for a while." I nodded, leaning into Hunter's embrace.
"Hunter, I need to tell you something."
He looked at me. "That sounds ominous."
"Umm, that whole thing with Ciaran... it was set up. I wanted to protect you and Harry. So I did the first thing that came to mind. I wrote to my parents, and they agreed."
His mouth hung open, and his widened. "You could have died!" he yelled, sounding strangled. Everyone stopped and looked at him.
"Yeah. I know, but I was willing to risk that for my muírn beatha dán. Anything to save you."
He hugged me to him, cradling my head on his shoulder. "Just as long as you're alive and well," he murmured. "Everything's okay. Everything will be fine, as long as you are."
I smiled. "Well, let's hope I'm always okay, then."
"Yeah. But Morgan, you know what the best thing is?"
I shrugged. "No. What?"
"You're not Morgan Rowlands anymore. You're Morgan Niall."
Morgan Niall. Hmm. Sounded great.
"That is the best thing," I murmured, kissing him again. "But I know what the bestest thing is. I get to spend the rest of my life with you.
"And that is what I always dreamed of."