Oh, I think that last chapter received the most reviews of any in the entire story. Thank you all so much. Your comments and support mean a great deal to me.
Newsflash - thanks to a review from Music is my Muse, this story has been extended by one chapter. It now goes to chapter thirty-three plus an epilogue, which I am having so much fun writing. So any of you who might be pleased by this news, you have Music is my Muse to thank.
English/American translations: I hope I'm right in saying that UK 'suspenders' are a US garter belt and that UK 'Hen Night' is US 'Bachelorette Party'.
My thanks, as always, to JessiokaFroka for betareading.
Lots and lots happening in this chapter... I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Lol, Severusgirl
Chapter Thirty-one
THE PLEASURE OF YOUR COMPANY...
Hen Party
"OK... OK... Andi - truth or dare - have you ever gone to work with no knickers on?" said Liz.
"Oooh, this could be interesting," cooed Sylvia, shuffling closer.
Andi giggled. "Truth. Yes, I have."
The other three yelled in delight.
"Not at Hogwarts!" she was quick to tell them. "I was staying with John. We woke up late, had to rush to catch the train, I couldn't find my knickers, so I just went to work without them. Luckily I was wearing a long skirt."
Liz picked another card.
"Sylvia - truth or dare - have you ever been paid for sex?"
"Paid?" yelled Sylvia. "I can't get anyone to shag me for free!"
The four women rolled about in tipsy abandon, forgetting in their mirth that Sylvia had failed to say 'truth or dare' and so earned a forfeit.
Liz had arrived that morning, and along with her luggage had brought a large bag of goodies for a Hen Night. Andi had protested that she just wanted an early night in readiness for the wedding the next day. Liz had put her arm around Andi's shoulder.
"I had a feeling you'd say something like that, and I do understand, Hon, really I do. I know it's only been a few months since...but we can't go to bed as if it's just any other night. You're getting married tomorrow!"
"I'm just not in the mood for a piss-up that's all."
"It won't be a piss-up," Liz told her. "Just a girlie drink. We'll ask Vincent and Sylvia... and who's that other woman..?"
"Dickie?"
"Yeah. Just them and a couple of drinks - just to see you on your way..."
But Liz had always been the tearaway of the two. Things very often got raucous when she was around and Andi, who found it difficult to resist Liz's influence sometimes, got sucked into the vortex.
"Right, next. Dickie - truth or dare - have you ever slept with your boss?"
"Albus Dumbledore?" cried Sylvia. "Don't be bloody daft!"
But Dickie merely smiled enigmatically. "Dare."
Andi and Sylvia stared at her in disbelief. "Albus?" They both cried, together.
"I didn't say I had," replied Dickie, smirking. "I just requested a dare, that's all. So you'll never know, will you!"
"Well, here's your dare - remove your bra without taking your top off."
Dickie took out her wand, gave it a wave and a black lacy bra appeared in the middle of the rug where they were all sitting on the floor.
"This game isn't quite the same in the wizarding world, is it," muttered Liz.
"Isn't it time for presents?" said Andi, cheekily. "Come on - you don't come to a Hen Night without pressies..."
Dickie had bought stockings and suspenders from 'Peithoe's Persuasion'.
"It never fails," she told Andi. "They all like a woman in stockings."
Sylvia's present was a huge jar of bath-salts that glistened like snow.
"It has night-diamond in it for you, and powdered oyster shell for Severus - not that you'll need an aphrodisiac until well after the honeymoon. Oh, and here's something from Vincent..."
"Why isn't he here?" asked Dickie. "He can be as girlie as the rest of us."
"We asked him," said Andi, unwrapping a small book from Vincent entitled 'Naughty Spells for Sexy Girls'. "But he said he couldn't."
"Not like him to pass up a girly-night," said Sylvia.
Liz passed Andi a gift bag. The label read 'something for both of you', and when Andi peered inside she found a shoe box with 'Tootsie's' written on it.
She looked up at Liz, thankful she hadn't read the label out loud, wondering if she really ought to open the box in company.
"You have to try them on," Liz told her.
Andi took out a pair of very high-heeled silver sandals, the leather straps joined by tiny rhinestone rings.
"Ooh, they're nice," cooed Dickie.
"Very sexy," said Sylvia.
"They're lovely," Andi told Liz. "And they fit! Thank you so much."
"Anyone for another Slow Comfortable Screw Against the Wall?" Dickie held up the ever-full cocktail shaker.
"Dickie, aren't you getting tired of saying it in that lewd voice?"
"Never. I love getting my tongue around it. Muggle drinks have such wonderful names!" She filled everyone's glass.
"Oh, look don't get me too sloshed, I'm getting married tomorrow."
"Not until midnight - you've got twenty-four hours to go." said Dickie.
"And we haven't reached the singing stage yet," said Liz, taking a deep breath and singing, "Four and twenty virgins came down from Inverness-"
"Liz, not the rugby songs, please!"
Yeah, come on: 'When they returned on Saturday night, there were four and twenty less. Singing-'"
"I'm not going to sing it."
"Then you must have a dare - put Dickie's bra on. Over your pajamas."
With much giggling, the dare was fulfilled and Andi now looked pretty ridiculous wearing a too-small bra over the top of her Marge Simpson pjs.
They played the 'Ibble Dibble' game - a tongue twister which, combined with alcohol, became almost impossible. Each time someone made a mistake, they had a dab of lipstick (a dibble) put on their face, until they all joined Andi in looking extremely silly.
Andi hadn't been drinking quite so much as the others, and although she was tipsy, she was sober enough to check the time.
"It's gone midnight," she told them. "I should go to bed."
"Nooo!" protested the others.
"You can't go to bed," said Liz. "You haven't done it yet."
"Done what?"
Liz crawled over to her bag of party tricks and began to delve. Andi screamed as a blonde hairy thing came flying across the room at her.
"Your finale."
"Oh no, Liz. Those days are gone!"
"Come on, one last time - for old times' sake; just to say goodbye to your single life," said Liz, getting to her feet. "I'll do it with you."
"Do what? Whass she got t'do?" said Sylvia.
Andi sighed and pulled on the blonde wig.
"It used to be her party piece whenever she got pissed," Liz explained. It's from 'Grease' - a show we did at school. And the song is called...?" she prompted.
"Look At Me, I'm Sandra Dee," answered Andi, allowing herself to be pulled to her feet by Liz.
In an obviously well-worn routine, the two women began the song and soon they were in full flight, dancing and singing at the tops of their voices,
"...You've got your crust, I'm no object of lust...Ooh, Severus!"
The performance came to an abrupt halt as Andi twirled around and almost collided with her groom-to-be. She and Liz had been so into the performance, Andi hadn't heard the knock on the door, hadn't registered Dickie getting up to answer it. She found herself blushing furiously and grinning idiotically.
Severus' expression was a rare picture of bewilderment, having found himself catapulted into a room of female mayhem.
The other three retreated, giggling like schoolgirls.
"Hello," she said, feeling awkward and delighted at the same time. "It's... it's my Hen Party."
"Hen party...?" He frowned.
"Sirens' Eve, Severus," called Dickie.
Apparently this meant something to him because his eyebrows lifted for a moment in enlightenment. "Then my apologies for interrupting but, may I speak with you?"
"Yes," she said. "Let's go into the bedroom."
"Wooohooo!" cried Dickie.
"Can't wait till the wedding night, eh?" laughed Sylvia.
Andi turned back to Severus, seeing his face darken with irritation. "Let's go out here, hmm?" she said gently, stroking his arm and walking him out into the corridor.
She closed the door, and the silence was complete.
"What?" she said, as he stared at her..
"You have changed your hair," he smirked.
"Oh! I was just..." She pulled off the wig and ruffled her fingers through her real hair. "Liz and I were just... it's something we used to do... Anyway, you don't want to know about that, so..." She smiled up at him, expectantly.
"I understand Muggle tradition forbids me from seeing you tomorrow," he said.
"It IS tomorrow," she smiled.
"I have something for you. I wondered if you might wear it for the ceremony." He handed her a long flat box, obviously quite old, covered in green leather with a faded Snape family crest stamped in silver into the lid.
She opened it to find a deep choker-style necklace.
It was silver and designed in a sort of concertina style that she could see immediately would stretch or shrink to fit her neck. The necklace was made up of twenty miniature Snape family crests - the Staff of Sucellus with a viper wrapped around it forming the letter 'S', an inch and a half in height. Set into the hilt of each staff was a brilliant deep green emerald.
"It...it's absolutely beautiful," she said, breathlessly.
"It was my mother's. Fortunately it was in the vault at Gringott's when Snape Towers was ransacked and is one of the few heirlooms that remain in my possession. It has been worn by five generations of Snape women on their wedding day. I... never considered I would one day present it... of course it is your decision to wear it or not but... I would be very pleased... it is yours now, whatever you decide..."
She looked at him, steadily. "Severus, I am honored and will be very, very proud to wear it," she said solemnly, and he had put it on her there and then, brushing her shoulder with his lips when it was done, before she turned and embraced him, kissing him for the last time in her single life.
"Andrea, will you promise me something?" he murmured, cradling the side of her face in his palm.
"Anything," she sighed, full of romantic bliss, keeping her arms around his neck, not letting him move his lips very far from her own.
"Promise that tomorrow, for the ceremony, you will wear your underwear underneath your clothing."
She gave a dismayed yelp as she realised she was still wearing Dickie's bra over her pjs.
The other three crowded around her when she re-entered the room, and began oohing and ah-ing over the necklace.
"I have a feeling that's not ordinary silver," said Sylvia. "What d'you think, Dickie?"
"Definitely Blue Moon Silver," said Dickie, looking at it eagerly. "Look at the pearly sheen."
"What's Blue Moon Silver?"
"A lot of elvin silver is struck and fashioned during a full moon - it enchants the metal and enhances its magical properties," Sylvia explained, "but Blue Moon Silver is very rare because it has been left in the light of a blue moon - which hardly ever appears. The magical procedures are closely guarded and the supply is licensed and restricted. You have one very special necklace there, m'dear."
"Oh!" sighed Andi, sadly. "And I had to let him present it to me while I was wearing Dickie's bra over my pjs. I feel horrible."
"Don't suppose he went a bundle on the lipstick dabs all over your face either," smiled Liz.
"OHHH!"
The following morning Andi woke with a headache and her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth.
She opened her eyes and turned over to find a shock of flame-red hair lying next to her on the bed - the body it was attached to wearing thick stripy socks with individual toes, a candlewick dressing gown and a very geisha-looking face pack, complete with two cucumber slices over the eyes.
Despite her headache, Andi giggled. "Have you ever thought it might be your morning appearance that puts the men off?"
"Sht yr fce" said Liz through unmoving lips.
Andi giggled again and Liz's mask cracked as she joined in.
"Oh, you cow!" she cried as the mask quickly resembled the parched ground of an arid desert. "Now I won't be the best-looking bridesmaid."
"You're the only bridesmaid," Andi reminded her. She sat up and groaned. "How come you're up and about so early? You had much more to drink than me. Where's your hangover?"
"Gone," announced Liz. "Apparently, your very thoughtful fiancé left your house-elf instructions last night to deliver two tiny bottles of hangover cure along with the breakfast. Here's yours," she said, handing Andi a phial of clear liquid.
Andi took the bottle and hesitated.
"Go on," urged Liz. "It works really quickly."
"I was just wondering... they put all sorts of things in potions. I wonder if it really does have a hair of the dog in it?"
Visitors
At twelve noon, Cornelius knocked on the door. He came in and joined Andi and Liz for lunch.
"I have completed all the necessary forms," he told her. "Except, I wasn't sure if you had a middle name."
"Oh," said Andi, grimacing. "Do you really need to know that? I never, ever use it."
"I'm afraid we have to use your full name, my dear."
"Tch! It's Imogen."
Liz sniggered - as people sometimes do on hearing a friend's middle name.
"You be quiet, Elizabeth Rosamund Murrone!"
"OK! OK!"
"Extraordinary coincidence," said Cornelius slowly as he concentrated on writing 'Imogen' on the parchment in several places. "I do believe Imogen was the name of Severus' sister."
"You're joking!" said Andi, staring at her grandfather in disbelief.
"Well, I could be wrong, but something in the back of my mind..."
Andi couldn't believe it. Of all the millions of names both wizard and Muggle, she shared one with Severus' sister?
"Would you make sure Severus knows about that before the ceremony," she said to him. "I really think he should be warned."
"Yes, yes I see your point. I shall endeavor to let him know."
"And would you remind Albus that we've taken out 'you may now kiss the bride'. I know the ceremony is a mixture of the Muggle and wizard ones, but that line appears in both and-"
"Yes."
I don't want Severus embarrassed-"
"Andrea - it is all in hand," Cornelius assured her, smiling patiently.
Andi glanced at the form. "How about Severus' middle name? You haven't got that down," she said.
"He doesn't have one."
Andi frowned. "Yes he does. I saw his initials once on a Gladstone bag. S.M.S."
Cornelius' face darkened. He began to fluster. "Ah, yes - he did have a middle name."
"Did?"
"He... er... erased it by deed poll, many years ago."
"Erased it?"
"Wow!" said Liz, snorting. "It must have been a doosie if it was worse than 'Severus'. Do you know what it was?"
"Just a... family name Severus no longer wished to be associated with..." Cornelius answered, looking uncomfortable. "Whatever, we shall not need it for the ceremony." He looked at Andi, his eyes suddenly bright with emotion. "You cannot imagine what it means to me that you have asked me to give you away," he told her. "I lost the chance of my own wedding when I let your grandmother go and now, here I am, about to give away our granddaughter. I am so deeply honoured..." He quickly got out a large white handkerchief and blew his nose. "You have made me very proud."
Andi smiled as gladness filled her heart.
Originally it was planned that she and Severus would arrive at the ceremony together. Then she had looked at Cornelius standing all hopeful, trying his best to look nonchalant, and she had caved and asked him. Seeing his face today, she was glad she had.
At five, her mother - and what seemed like half a bottle of Christian Dior - arrived.
"Darling, what do you imagine? Vincent has just informed me you're going to be wearing ivory - disaster! So am I!"
Andi stared at her mother. Wasn't this just typical? How hard was it for guests to avoid wearing the same colour as the bride, for goodness sake?
"But do not fret - Vincent is enchanting my dress (that is the word he used - sounds exciting, doesn't it!) to amethyst, so all is well."
Andi sighed in relief. Thank God for Vincent!
"Is Bruno here with you?" Andi asked.
"Oh darling, no. He's here, but not with me. Bruno was dismissed some weeks ago. I told you, I really couldn't bear to be called Genevieve Gleaves," she tinkled a laugh. "Although I do miss his rather... generous attentions."
"Genevieve Carver-Gleaves sounds quite good though," said Andi, feeling a wicked satisfaction as her mother's face fell.
"Oh good Lord, you're right! What have I done?" She put her finger tips to her mouth and flushed, then seemed to rally. "No, no I'm sure I've done the right thing. I'm working on a new husband - I've brought him with me, I hope you don't mind. I rather thought a wedding might put him in the right frame of mind."
Andi couldn't help but smile. "And what is this prospective husband's name?"
"Rupert Sinclair. Rather nice, don't you think? He manages some musical act called 'The Weird Sisters'. Absolutely oozing galleons. I rather think his gold holds up Gringotts!"
"So our roles may be reversed quite soon then? I shall be a guest at your wedding."
"Oh yes, let's hope, hmmm? Well, I need to get ready - the Mother of the Bride has to look her best." She stopped and looked at Andi and smiled. "If only Grannie were here. Oh darling, I'm so happy for you - your first marriage..."
Andi spluttered. "My only marriage!"
Genevieve took her daughter's hands. "I can see by your eyes you're marrying for love; but what a stroke of luck he has a fortune behind him too! And a title! I must say, I have never had a title. Fancy! My own daughter, The..."
"Andrea Carver-Snape, if you don't mind," said Andi, quickly. "We're ignoring the titles, thank you very much."
"Tch. Such a waste. Ah well, it's your marriage. Well, good luck darling. See you at the ceremony..."
Liz applied Andi's make-up, using her own lipstick as Andi's 'something borrowed'.
Lollie was responsible for Andi's hair, which she put up in a knot with the two corkscrew curls hanging down in front of her ears. She had set it like this before - that dinner last July just before Andi and Severus had finally got together - only today there was Night Diamond woven into her hair, which would begin to twinkle once the evening arrived - and this time the style didn't look over the top.
"Oh sweetie, you look divine!" gushed Vincent, looking absolutely dashing in a midnight blue ceremonial Kurta with a heavily gold-embroidered collar and opening, and a matching stole with gold tassels.
"Well thanks Vincent, but this is my dressing gown," laughed Andi.
"Tch! Trust me, you could walk out that door right now looking every inch a bride. Oh, I'm so jealous! Now," he looked around. "Where's Lizzie? I haven't seen her for absolutely ages."
"She's just taking a bath... Vincent... you can't go in there!" Andi made a grab at Vincent's arm as he made his way towards the bedroom.
"Oh, she won't mind me." He disappeared into the bathroom.
Andi was half way across the bedroom when there was a shriek and a soapy sponge came flying out from the bathroom, followed by a fast moving Vincent.
"Apparently she does mind," said Vincent urgently, pulling a face as he dashed back into the main room.
"What the fuck...?" screamed Liz as she came steaming out of the bathroom, a towel clasped around her and dripping soapy water everywhere. "You perverted little poof..."
"I think you'll find that's a tautology," said Vincent, as he ducked another sponge that hit one of the candlesticks on the mantelpiece.
"Hey!" cried Andi. "D'you two mind? This is my wedding day. Vincent, apologise."
"I'm sorry, Lizzie. I shouldn't have gone in there; I didn't think you'd mind an old queen barging in."
"Don't you play that card," shouted Liz. "You're Bi."
"And in that capacity, may I just say... you have tits to die for."
Liz gave a growl and snatched up a sofa cushion, preparing to throw - and then stopped. "To die for? Really?"
"Pack it in you two-" Andi was interrupted by a knock on the door. Even as she opened it to find Sylvia there with a handful of flowers, she could still hear Vincent,
"...a beautiful tear-drop shape... what are you, about a 34C?"
"Hi, Sylvia - come in." Andi stood aside. Sylvia entered without a word.
"...and those erotically-dark nipples...mmmm!"
"Ooohhhh! You pervert! I've just realised you're getting off on this, aren't you," cried Liz.
"Hmmm, possibly..." Vincent did a double-take as he spotted Sylvia. "Oh Sylvia, sweetie! I forgot to call for you in all the excitement." Vincent went over to Sylvia and put his arm around her shoulders. "Sylvia has brought your flowers."
Sylvia stepped forward and silently handed Andi a beautiful posy of Snapdragons and Night Diamond, and Liz a similar but smaller posy.
"Sylvia has taken a vow of silence until after the ceremony," explained Vincent, seeing Andi's bewildered look. "She doesn't want her foul mouth to muddy the proceedings."
Andi laughed and then realised they were serious as Sylvia silently gave her the thumbs-up.
"Thank you," said Andi, admiring the flowers. "They're beautiful."
"We have to go," said Vincent. "I promised Albus I would look in on Severus and make sure he's awake; give him his potion."
"Make sure he's awake! But there's only just over an hour to go to the ceremony! And what do you mean, 'give him his potion'?" said Andi, alarmed. "He's not ill, is he?"
"Er... well that depends. He looked pretty dodgy when we dumped him in his bed at six this morning."
"What!"
"Don't worry, sweetie. It's just a hangover potion. He'll be as right as rain for the ceremony."
"Hangover potion?"
"Well, we had to give the man a send off."
"You... you mean a Stag Night? Severus had a Stag Night? I don't believe it."
"You had a Sirens' Eve." he argued.
"Yes, but... I mean... I'm me. Severus is... Severus. And in any case he was here at midnight, he didn't say-"
"Oh he didn't know anything about it. In fact he tried to throw us out when he realised what was going on. Called us a bunch of testosterone-fueled imbeciles, but he soon changed his tune after we pressed two glasses of Hagrid's Homebrew on him..." Andi stared at Vincent open-mouthed. "And then of course the stripper loosened him up a bit."
"WHA..?" she squawked. "You mean...? You didn't!"
"No, they didn't," said Liz forcefully, going over to Vincent and grabbing his arm, tugging him towards the door. "Vincent is just pulling your leg - aren't you, Vincent?"
Vincent looked bewildered for a moment, until Liz gave him a meaningful look.
"OH! Yes... yes. Sorry, sweetie - my idiotic idea of a joke," he laughed, nervously. "Can you imagine Severus on a Stag Night? Tch, really! Erm... well see you later, Lizzie." He pecked Liz on the cheek before blowing a kiss to Andi. "Good luck, sweetie."
He and Sylvia left.
Let's Do It
"Well, I guess this is it," said Liz as they finally stood before the mirror, ready to go.
Andi looked at her reflection.
The dress was off the shoulder with tiny little gathered sleeves that didn't even reach the elbow. The bodice was also gathered and exposing just enough cleavage to look sexy, but not so much as to look tarty. The skirt was plain and straight with a small pleat in the back which started just above her bottom and then fanned out as it fell towards the floor.
Her Jimmy Choos were her 'something old' and she counted her dolphin tattoo as 'something blue'. The necklace looked stunning.
"It works, doesn't it," she said to Liz.
"Works? Hon, you're gonna knock his socks off!"
They smiled at each other in the mirror.
"You realise we've talked about this moment since we were little girls," Liz reminded her. "Remember we staged weddings with our Barbie dolls and made their dresses out of your Gran's lace doilies? We always said it didn't matter which of us went first, but I secretly hoped it would be me! Now you're standing here... (sniff)... looking so beautiful... (sniff)...and I'm so glad... (sniff)... that it's you going first." Liz's voice had been getting progressively higher until the last few words disappeared into squeaky nonsense.
"Liz! Stop!" said Andi, welling up. "We're going to ruin our make-up."
They both made a dive for Liz's box of tissues and hastily dabbed at their eyes.
They hugged until disturbed by a knock on the door. "Come on," said Liz. "That's your grandfather. Let's get you married."
Cornelius was dressed in full Ministerial robes. He walked Andi out through the main entrance and along the path that ran around the walls of the Castle. Liz walked behind in her emerald silk two-piece and a little posy of Night Diamond in her hand.
The night was warm and balmy. The merest breeze whispered through the trees but was not strong enough to chill them. Every tree along the walk was twinkling with little white lights that matched the stars in the Scottish summer night sky.
The guests were seated in a fan-arrangement and citronella candles were ablaze around the perimeter, to ward off any annoying insects that might invade the proceedings.
Albus, who was officiating over the ceremony, was waiting for them. He greeted them with a beaming smile, his eyes twinkling more in the candlelight.
Then he turned and walked up the aisle and stood before the archway, which was the signal for the guests to stand.
Elmedius picked up his violin and began playing the Ashoken Farewell and Andi, on Cornelius' arm and with Liz following, walked up the aisle.
There was Kingsley Shacklebolt and Tonks - whom Andi had insisted be invited, and most of the teaching staff, who had stayed on at the end of the summer term in order to witness with their own eyes the unbelievable - Severus Snape getting married. There also was Bruno Gleaves, the impossibly handsome blonde hunk being squashed by an eager Dickie.
As they approached the altar Andi saw Vincent, Sylvia, Lollie and Genevieve with, Andi supposed, Rupert Sinclair, a rather distinguished, silver-haired gentleman.
And there at the front, standing with Albus, was Severus, dressed in his usual black; but as she approached, she saw that the coat was a rich brocade, woven with the Snape crest and had deep, deep turned back cuffs in black velvet.
His hair had been lengthened and secured in a ponytail by a black velvet ribbon.
He turned to look at her before she reached him and she clutched her grandfather's arm a little tighter in fear she would faint with happiness.
There were vows, there were promises, there was the exchange of rings, the binding together of wands and the drinking of enchanted wine from a wedding goblet. This silver goblet was designed so that the bride and groom could drink at the same time, and Andi and Severus managed without spilling a drop, ensuring their good fortune for the future.
Andi heard sniffling behind her, and guessed it was either Liz or Vincent until she heard a loud stage-whisper, "Oh for fuck's sake, pass a fucking hankie."
Albus pronounced them husband and wife on the stroke of midnight.
They had been married in front of the little archway Andi had walked through, and where Severus had found her, a year ago to the day.
Albus leaned forward, "Severus - you may now kiss your bride."
Andi turned her head to stare at Albus - she couldn't believe he'd forgotten to cut that bit, after all the reminders.
But the old wizard just chuckled mischievously.
Then all at once she was in Severus' arms.
And he kissed her. In front of everyone. He kissed her.
A/n - The bridesmaids follow the bride in the UK.
2 - I found Andi's wedding dress on BrideSave com website (Fanfic won't let me put the dot in - you know it's there). If you have any interest in seeing it, it's a Jessica McClintock dress, item # je21110. And Andi doesn't look like the model.
3. Vincent's outfit was found on eshakti com
Emma Barrows - Well, the wedding is what happened next. Hope you enjoyed it.
Mark Darcy - Picturing Draco as Sky was the sole reason for choosing Guys and Dolls as the musical, so I am glad you agree with me there. No, Andi doesn't get an engagement ring. I'm not sure why - it just didn't seem to be the kind of thing they would do - and a diamond might hamper her piano playing.
Thouandl - Good old Cornelius. Despite his reservations about their relationship in MwtB, he came through for them. I'm so glad you liked the proposal.
Queen of the Faeries - Yes I know of Ashwinder. In fact, I am currently posting 'Twenty-Four Little Hours' on there. I like the site a lot. Some of the art work is fantastic (take a look at 'Autumn Arguement' by Fleab - it's just beautiful.) I'm flattered mine is one of the few stories you read on Fanfic. I don't know what I shall do when this is finished. Andi's been with me for a whole year. I'm going to miss her, and you all, so much.
Flamethrowerqueen - Blush, blush, blush. I hope I brought Severus to the brink so that the proposal was believable.
josie - Hey nice to hear from you again. Thanks so much for reviewing, and your praise. I'm glad you liked it.
KristiM - I'm so glad you liked it. I am pleased to have pleased you!
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Denise - Hi. Thank you for reviewing. I'm glad you enjoyed the stories (this one's not over yet). You can find my other stories listed on my profile page.
Music is my Muse - Oh yes, I know those girly sighs to which you refer. The kind I make when I watch Sense and Sensibility, or Truly Madly Deeply - which I saw for the first time in ages last week. ('I'm warming my lips' - OH!). OOC stands for 'out of character'. I hope you received my email thanking you for the idea for the epilogue. Lol
Wytchkat - Nice to have you back. Thank you so much. You can be Andi for a little while if you want, I won't mind. Hehehe.
Spykedjadeddragon - A rambling fool? Never! I really enjoyed your review and was flattered by your obvious enjoyment of that chapter. Only Andi can bring Severus to his knees - one way or another!
May-Luna - Oh I am so glad you liked that last chapter. I finally found a site where I could listen to Lara Fabian singing Adagio. Wow, doesn't she remind you of Streisand? I liked it very much and I think the song goes well for Andi and Severus. I think, though, the strings and organ version will remain the theme tune in my mind.
Helena Oe - I'm so happy to have made people happy. I did promise their split would be resolved in the following chapter. I do wish Fanfic had posted that note about not using lyrics after I had posted the Guys and Dolls chapter, so you could all have read it with the lyrics with me erasing them afterwards.