Student: Millicent Bulstrode
Prompt: Wedding
Bulstrode, Millicent
Millicent was angry. To most, she seemed to be angry often, as she enjoyed using brute force, but she was only angry around Gryffindors. They annoyed her. But there was no Gryffindor in sight. She was angry because her mother had forced her to attend a wedding.
A wedding. Revolting.
Weddings are supposed to be happy occasions, right? Well, it certainly didn't feel that way. She had even forgotten which number wedding this would be for Mrs. Zabini. She didn't even know the poor bloke's name. She just knew what everyone else in the room, except the groom, probably suspected.
He would be dead soon.
The groom wasn't of any importance to Millicent though. She hated weddings for an entirely different reason. It forced her to think of her own wedding, which according to her mother, might never even happen. Such encouraging words for a mother to say.
Millicent knew she wasn't pretty. She knew that. Her mother knew that. And she was just a half-blood. No respectable pure-blood would marry a half-blood, unless they were extremely beautiful, of course.
Millicent's mother elbowed her and snapped at her to pay attention. She looked at the altar just in time to see the couple kiss. She pointedly turned her head in any direction but the altar and noticed all the fake smiles on everybody's faces.
Except for one.
Gregory Goyle was in her year at Hogwarts. They were friendly with each other, and she thought he was quite funny. He smiled when he saw her, a pure genuine smile. Millicent blushed and quickly looked away.
Maybe weddings weren't all that bad.
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