The dementor priest lifted his arms, and an organ began to play. All the dementors in the pews rose as a dementor in glorious black robes made her way down the aisle. The Harry Potter theme brought a tear to many eyes. If, you know, dementors had eyes.
The music came to an end as the she-mentor reached the altar. The church was old and crumbling, with many cobwebs and a broken crucifix on the wall. Ideal for dementors.
The priest dementor lowered his hands and lifted a book from behind the altar. "We are gathered here today," he announced in his rattling dementor voice, "in the presence of family and friends—."
A ripple of laughter went through the audience. Even the priest chuckled.
"For the purpose," he continued, "of uniting in marriage these two… angelic lovers."
It was more than a ripple this time. The bride had to hold her bouquet to her mouth to keep from cackling.
The priest, clearly grinning despite his inability to do so, turned to the "groom." "Groom," he stated, "do you take this woman—." He broke off with a loud "HA!" "Ahem. Woman—to be your lawful wedded wife? Do you promise to love and comfort her—."
The groom sputtered with laughter.
"To honor her!" The priest was practically giggling now, as was the rest of the church. "And keep her in sickness and in health, till death do you part!"
It was too much. The groom buckled under his own hoots of laughter, doubling over. Many of the dementors in the audience slapped the back of the pews, they were chortling so hard. The bride was giggling into her flowers. "This is absurd!" she cackled. "Till death!" She could say no more words, her gales of laughter preventing her from doing so.
"L-look at this!" The priest could hardly float. "For better or worse!" He tried to show the book to the groom, but could not stop laughing long enough to do so. "Oh! You have to give her a ring pledging your undying love!"
For a moment, the church went silent. Then someone sputtered, and the howls and hoots started up again. The building rang with it, groaning like ghosts haunted it. Which at the moment, they kinda did.
Abruptly, the church doors burst open. The dementors' laughing died away as they realized who it was.
Serena blinked at them, gloved hands on the door handles. "Are you guys making fun of humans again?"
The dementors were silent.
Serena folded her arms. "Is this a wedding?" She rolled her eyes. "Is nothing sacred to you demons? That's it. Friday's Monster Mash is canceled." With that, she turned on her heel and stormed away.
"No Monster Mash?" the dementors yelped. They dropped their fun and sped after her. "No! Serena! Wait!"
*AN: This was Dad's idea. Blame him.
This was actually the first idea for this story. Odd, isn't it? Serena wasn't even a character then.*