I'm so sorry! I really thought that I'd be able to update by Sunday but then I was assigned so many tests and projects that I never had time to write last week. So here is the next chapter even though it's a few days later than promised. One more problem I have encountered is that the site I was using to get the lines has doesn't seem to have the complete movie. I looked for other websites that would have it for free, but I can't find any : (. I'm going to continue writing it, of course, but the dialogue isn't going to follow the movie as closely and I think I'm going to edit the plot a teensy bit, just to make it more interesting.

After the wedding the first thing Rose did was change out of her wedding dress and put on some comfier clothes. Then she tried to stuff the two dresses from tonight into an enormous closet that held nothing but colorful bridesmaid dresses. Just as she walked away from slamming it shut, the doors popped back opened. Not in the mood to wrestle with a door, she just walked into her living room, flopped onto the couch and skimmed through the newspaper until she found the Wedding Announcements, her favorite section of the Daily Prophet.

"Death, Destruction, Wedding Vows. Oh, come to mama." She wiggled in her seat to get perfectly comfortable as she read through the beautiful stories of people getting married. The best articles were always written by the same author, Scott Malloy. In fact, she sometimes cut her favorite articles out of the Prophet and saved them. No one knew about Rose's little obsession with the articles. After she read the paper she was truly exhausted by her long night and quickly went off to bed.

The next morning Rose walked through muggle London until she got to the old fashioned telephone booth where she waited outside for Ally. Ally showed up wearing the tight, black pants she wore to work yesterday and a white guy's button down shirt. The sash from her bridesmaid dress was tied around her waist like a belt. She also stunk of musky perfume, probably to cover up the smell of yesterday's pants and another guy's shirt. Rose raised a single eyebrow. Ally glared at her, a look that clearly said that she was too hung over to be chastised at the moment.

"Where were you last night anyway? You were barely there and then you disappeared…Did you meet someone?" Ally questioned eagerly.

"No." Rose answered her.

"What a ridiculous question." Ally said sarcastically. Rose knew that the shirt Ally was wearing probably belonged to the blonde guy that Ally had been eyeing at the wedding.

"Good morning, Olivia." Rose said cheerfully as she strolled into work. She was probably one of the few cheerful ones seeing as most of the other employees were hung over from one wedding or another. It was a small world and both Lynn and Aditi were well known, so it was no wonder that so many wizards and witches were reminiscing about last night's events. Olivia Boot greeted her with a nod.

"You haven't seen my Filofax anywhere, have you?" It had been missing since the wedding and Rose had begun to wonder if she had left it at work.

"No." Olivia answered in a monosyllable. But Rose was unfazed.

"No. Okay. I'll go look for it. Did you get those catalog pages in for Roger?"

"No."

"Okay. No worries. I'll get them from production." Rose and Ally walked away from the desk

"Atta girl. Show her whose boss." Ally snickered as they left.

"I'm not her boss." Rose said, turning slightly red with embarrassment.

"You're the boss's assistant. Same diff. What's the good of your job if you can't abuse the power?" Rose shook her head at her friend.

"Ally, go to Accounting."

"Now you're bossy." Ally drawled as she sauntered off to her office. Rose went to her own small room and searched all over her cluttered desk for her Filofax.

A few blocks down the road, Scorpius also had work. He strutted into the Daily Prophet building chatting with his mate, Trevor Flint. They were talking about the Thomas-Finnigan wedding that Scorpius had covered last weekend. Flint was stuck in Editing; he hated that job and was a little envious of Scorpius'. However, Trevor hated all of that romantic crap, but he explained that it would be fan flipping tastic to hook up with the brides.

"They won't call you, text you, they will pretend that you don't even exist. You can't beat that!" Was Trevor's philosophy when it came to brides to be, though Scorpius doubted that he ever really messed around with a married woman. Sometimes Trevor's mouth got a bit ahead of him. But Scorpius had other plans for his day than listening to his best mate drone on and on. "I got to go. I want to talk to Erin about writing a feature story-" Trevor snorted, interrupting Scorpius. Scorpius looked at him, slightly annoyed at being interrupted.

"Sorry mate, but Erin Wood is never going to let you write a feature story, ever."

"Yeah, go away." Trevor smirked at him and walked off to his desk over in Editing.

"Hello, Scorpius. What brings you here today?" Erin Wood asked me. Scorpius really loathed being employed by Erin Wood. She was a gorgeous and totally obsessed with her job, but the reason Scorpius hated it was because Erin had liked Scorpius ever since they were in Hogwarts. They had even gone out for a month or two in his sixth and her seventh year. Although Erin never acted upon her feelings now, Scorpius was extremely perceptive and knew that she still liked him. The weird thing was that she never gave any indication that she still liked him, she was downright mean to him sometimes, but sometimes she just looked at him with her slanty amber eyes and Scorpius would always turn away and pretend that he hadn't seen her.

He only stayed in this job for two reasons. Reason number one was that he liked writing and the Daily Prophet was as good a place as any to write news for. Two was the fact that this was one of the few places that didn't give a crap that he was Draco Malfoy's son. The immense wealth that went along with his surname had gotten him countless job offers throughout the ministry, but Scorpius chose this job at the Prophet so his work would actually be judged for its quality.

Scorpius knocked on the door and entered Erin's office, without even saying a word, he dropped Rose Weasley's Filofax on the table.

"That is going to be a killer piece for the front page of the section." Erin squinted at him before putting her head in her hands.

"Scorpius, you come in here every week with a new idea for the front page, correct?" Scorpius nodded his assent.

"And have I ever once given you permission to write them?" Scorpius shook his head this time.

"Come on Erin," He saw her eyes soften a bit as he used her first name. "I cannot stand another second writing up the Commitments, if I have to attend another stupid wedding, I'm going to Avada myself."

"What makes this piece different, Scorpius?"

"This article will be totally different. You said that my other articles about wedding cake price fixing and the illegal child labor that goes into making wedding dresses were boring, but this one won't be. It's about Rose Weasley. You know, daughter of a war hero?"

"Yes, yes, I know who she is. But what is she doing in the Style section? If I remember correctly, she wasn't the fashionista in the family, that was Lily Potter." Scorpius frowned. Was Erin jealous of Rose or something? Scorpius couldn't ever recall a day that Rose looked unfashionable. Not that he was paying attention to her looks, of course. 'Cause that'd be ridiculous.

"Rose Weasley has been in seven weddings…this year. She was in two weddings on the same day! This section is all about weddings, and Rose…she's like this perpetual bridesmaid, she's perfect for this section." Erin contemplated his idea for a minute or so.

"Fine, you get a week. But if I don't like it, you're going back to Commitments for the rest of your life with a smile on your handsome face." Trying his best to ignore the handsome part, Scorpius took the Filofax off Erin's desk.

"Deal."