A/N: This was originally 100 word drabble, but I am not very disciplined when it comes to writing…I tend to ramble. It's a problem I have with essays as well.
The giggling came from the back row.
"Shush Prongs, its starting" A male voice whispered over the giggling. "There she is, look!"
There was a collective sigh as the young woman walked through the crowd, her white dress flowing behind her, rustling through the glass.
"I wish I had a camera" the same man whispered, his voice barley audible above the music, however a woman in front of them turned round, frowning at them. The man called Prongs grinned at her. Still frowning, she turned back round.
"There's Harry!" A young woman grinned, nudging Prongs with her elbow sharply, which caused him to wince. "Look!" She pointed to the front, where two men stood, one young, one old.
"Yes" the man grinned. "I see him."
There was silence for a few moments as all three watched the event unfolding. The young woman had reached the front, and turned to the men. Her hair, brown, was short, and she was wearing a simple tiara to match the plain white dress. The men were both wearing tuxedos, and as the woman reached the front, the younger one took a step back, smiling.
"Padfoot?"
"Yes Jamesy?"
"Don't you have a problem with Moony marrying your cousin?"
A/N: Yes, James, Lily and Sirius are supposed to be ghosts…