This is a nod back to the chapter called "Spin." And Supercara wanted to read about their wedding day... so I couldn't help but think of this. Hope you like it!
Swing
The old swing on the even older manor had seen many joys.
The old Potter couple had been sitting under the very tree in which this swing resided when they first brought home a lumpy bundle with wispy black hair.
The first and most likely only truly noble Black had been slowly pumping his legs back and forth on the same swing when his best mate had run outside and screamed "YOU CAN STAY!"
Time had stopped several times when heads of read and black laughed and kissed on the old wooden seat.
And time was once again stopping as the wood creaked and groaned under a pair of dress robes, protesting even further when wispy white silk covered the heavier material.
As two newly-ringed hands wove together on the ancient ropes, white silk was drawn up and two sets of feet began to twist.
Twisting and twisting, Mr. and Mrs. James Potter laughed and giggled and kissed and held and played.
Yes, the ancient swing had seen many joys. And the wedding day of James and Lily Potter was no different.