A/N: Thanks all for the reviews, follows and favourites.

Blue Dragon's Rider—First time I've heard of that ship. Interesting.

Crimson Cupcake—Arm candy is one hundred percent the correct term. Moreover, two of her five (?) lines were basically her saying Credence's name. Like, I get that Credence is important to her but surely there's more to her than that? I hope I'm doing her justice in this fic because there will be a fair bit of Credence in it.

1928

'You are hereby cordially invited to attend the wedding of Yusuf Kama, son of the late Mustafa and Laurena Kama, and Jemila Gakou, daughter of Jasmin Mane and the late Nadim Gakou, on 18th August 1928.'

She scanned the address on the card, excitement coursing through her veins as she bit back a smile. She was happy that Yusuf was finally moving on in life after wasting a good thirty years trying to fulfil an invalid Unbreakable Vow but she was even happier that she had received her first ever wedding invitation. Despite having spent over fifteen years amongst other humans, she had never actually witnessed or attended a wedding because she'd never had any friends or friendly acquaintances who would care to invite her to one. The smile on her lips faded. A certain friend of hers would never invite a cursed creature like her to his wedding now that he was amongst those who hunted down her kind.

The sound of ascending footsteps gave her pause. At least, she had one other friend.

"Are you going to go?" she asked Newt, waving the invitation at him as he appeared at the top of the basement stairs.

"Oh no," he replied swiftly, avoiding eye contact with her as always. "I don't have the time."

She narrowed her eyes, wondering if he was lying to simply get out of having to socialise for a few hours. She understood because she, herself, found social situations uncomfortable at best but she was willing to put up with it for the chance to see what constituted a wedding. Given her condition, she wasn't sure how many weddings she'd be able to see during her lifetime, so why not attend the wedding of the one who had saved her life when she was at her most vulnerable?

"Well I want to go," she said, following him into the living room. "How would I go? Portkey?"

"You'll have to arrange one, yes," he answered, picking one of his small Nifflers up from the coffee table. She blinked. She didn't even exist in the eyes of the MoM, save for the few Aurors who had survived Grindelwald's first rally. She didn't want to risk being accused of illegally staying in England, something that'd be only too easy when one took her appearance and accent into consideration.

"Won't I need some proof of identification?" she implored, making him look up at her from the Niffler wriggling around in his hands.

"What?" He sounded confused.

"To get permission for the Portkey," she clarified, wondering if she'd said something wrong. "Won't the Ministry want to verify who I am?"

"Oh, I didn't think of that," he stated, "I always have my Ministry identification visible on my person because I work at the Ministry."

"Great," she muttered, dropping down into an armchair. She sighed. What had she been thinking? Her mother had told her that marriage wasn't for the likes of their kind. She had assumed that meant her kind didn't marry but it seemed like being mere guests at a wedding was also out of the question.

"I'll ask my brother," he told her, and she glanced at him to see a kind smile on his face. "It's not his department but he might know."

"Thank you, Newt," she said quietly, looking down at her hands and trying not to get her hopes up. Right now, getting out of Britain, let alone going to France, seemed unlikely.

.:. QK .:.

Standing up and brushing away the dust from her clothes, she avoided the eyes of the wizards and witches who walked past her on their way to the entrance of what she assumed was the wedding venue. The Portkey Newt had arranged for her had practically dropped her a few feet away from the hall, almost on top of the other arriving guests. As she followed suit and made her way to the door, her eyes focused in on the unusual attire of the three ladies directly in front of her. Upon entering the hall, she could see that she was the odd one out; the majority of the female guests were clad in sleeveless dresses that reached the midcalf whereas she was wearing ankle length red-maroon dress robes.

Unsure of what she was supposed to do, she located a nearby table and sat down. She watched as guests sauntered through the hall, catching up with those she presumed to be their acquaintances and family members. Some of these were purebloods, she was sure, and she tried not to let her gaze linger upon them too long. While she stood out for obvious reasons, she didn't think she quite looked like a Maledictus and could only hope that none of the guests here had seen her perform before. A Korean face would be easy to remember in a country full of the French.

Yusuf was nowhere to be seen, and she couldn't spot any other familiar faces.

'Please stand for the bride,' a voice echoed around the hall, startling her a little.

Standing up, she turned towards the open doors and saw a flock of women and girls, all wearing identical lilac dresses, huddled around an elegant woman who looked about a few years older than herself. She noted that the bride was dressed more like her in terms of coverage, wearing cream floor length silk dress robes as well as a sort of beaded headdress that covered her head like a cap but extended all the way down to the floor, and was holding a massive assortment of white flowers. The woman herself was beautiful in a way that reminded her of Leta Lestrange, the bridegroom's late sister, a young woman who, according to Newt, should have been married two months ago. She sighed inwardly, watching the bride and her entourage make their way to the stage. A lot of things should have been but were not, thanks to one Gellert Grindelwald.

At least Grindelwald couldn't ruin things for anyone in France now. He was far too busy recruiting Italian wizards.

.:. QK .:.

Lifelong companionship. Mutual understanding. Trust. Love.

The officiator's words were sobering, to say the least. Before the wedding, the only thing she knew of marriage was what her mother had told her—marriage was not for Maledictuses. She could see now that her mother had been right, of course. Lifelong companionship alone was impossible when someone like her became a snake by the age of forty. Even if someone like her married young, they'd only have about twenty years with their husband and any children they might have together. If she were to have a child now, she'd be gone by the time the child turned eleven. It was yet another cruel consequence of her curse.

The rest—mutual understanding, trust, and love—were unthinkable. Grindelwald had ensured that.

"Beautiful ceremony," the person sitting next to her, Tina Goldstein, whispered. Earlier, Yusuf had invited them both up to a table closer to the stage and so here they were.

"Yes," she agreed, her voice sounding hoarse even to her own ears. "Beautiful."

If Tina noticed her tone of voice, she didn't say anything. "You know, we've never really spoken properly. You stayed in your room the whole time when I visited Newt a few months ago."

"I was indisposed," she said simply, wanting to forget that horrible time. "I don't really want to talk about it."

"Oh," Tina let out as if she'd just realised something. "What's it like living with Newt?"

"Chaotic," she replied, cracking a smile as she remembered the last beast that got loose under Bunty's watch. "There's always some sort of beast causing a ruckus. His future wife is going to have be very... understanding."

Tina smiled somewhat shyly and suddenly became very interested in her hands. She wondered why she hadn't noticed this before, especially since she lived with Newt. Admittedly, Newt was shy and probably kept such things to himself but she couldn't believe she hadn't picked up on this. "He's quite a good teacher, though. He's taught me the spells I was interested in. He thinks I should consider learning how to Apparate."

Tina looked up from her hands, the shy smile replaced by an understanding look. "You don't?"

"I'm not great with magic," she confessed, recalling how much time and effort it took just to learn some of the spells. "I don't have the confidence to Apparate somewhere fully intact."

"My sister thought the same thing before she started taking her Apparition lessons," Tina stated, her eyes conveying a sort of sadness she had seen many times when she looked in a mirror. "She wasn't the most powerful witch either, not with spells anyway. I told her she could do anything if she just tried. She did. If she could do it, I believe you can too."

"Thank you for your kind words," she said softly, trying to remember if she'd ever seen Tina's sister. "Where's your sister now?"

"She's probably in Italy."

She didn't ask what Tina's sister was doing in Italy. She didn't have to. She wasn't the only one Grindelwald had robbed of a loved one. "We should probably go and congratulate the new couple."

Looking over at Yusuf and his new bride on the stage, she smiled and nodded. There was no happy ending in sight for someone like her but she'd be damned if actual humans like Yusuf and Tina didn't get theirs. She hoped Tina's sister would return one day, even if a certain other never did.

A/N: I guess I just really wanted Nagini to attend a wedding. It's basically a headcanon of mine that Nagini was so removed from other people that she never got invited to one. Nagini's behaviour at the wedding is basically just my behaviour at every wedding I go to, even when I'm a bridesmaid. Lol, I'm such an introvert.