Author's Note: Hello again! It's been ages but this pair never gets old for me. I don't think anyone else writes Laura Madley based fanfiction since she is so random and barely mentioned in the books, but I love working with a fresh character like that. Anyhow, enjoy and hopefully I'll have something new up soon after this one!
The first marriage ceremony (not the real marriage ceremony, at least, not by her standards) was not exactly how she had planned it to be all those years ago as a little girl playing bride with a doll for a groom. There had been talk, back then, of a grand entrance down a spiraled stair case and even plans for a chocolate fountain the size of a grown man and a butter beer fountain that would supply an endless amount of warm, fizzed drink for all attending.
Which, years ago, was simply three teddy bears and a puppy.
But the very first ceremony to ever take place for her was nothing like that. Really, Laura can't even remember half of what went on at that ruddy thing because all she can ever recall is a blaring, ugly, nasty green. Every memory is green, green, green and she hates it.
His parents paid so they insisted that everything be as they wished. There was fine, white china with a thin stripe of emerald green along the edge of each plate. There was a deep, forest green set of satin chair covers and a lighter pea green bow tied on the back of them all. The cake was white and green, and even the vest he wore beneath his tails were as green as grass and they had the most terrible time giving up an old pair of emerald earrings for her to wear down that silver aisle.
But the worst green that she remembers was the green she saw when she caught him trying to shag some old house-mate in a broom closet near the kitchens.
Four months pregnant and she'd been raging already with the flood of hormones in her small body and there was her new husband thrusting his piece into some loose, dark-haired …
"Laura…"
She remembers, though, that when he said her name it wasn't because he had seen her. His back had been to her, so how could he have known his new wife (fake, sort of real, wife) was standing there? No, he hadn't said it out of surprise… but rather, pleasure.
Her cheeks had went red, and then green, and Laura Nott nee Madley threw up on the back of his shoes.
That was green too.