The Ceremonial Bonding of Tom Marvolo Riddle and Emily 'Emmy' White
By imafeckingstarr

Summary: You are cordially invited to the ceremonial bonding of Tom Marvolo Riddle and Emily 'Emmy' White. Dress accordingly, preferably white, silver or black. The wedding of Emmy and Tom is finally here, and you're all invited! Will this be the happy day that Emmy has always wanted? And will it go according to plan? Of course it will! Or will it?

A/N: Well would you look at that! Another chapter, just for you lovely people... Of course, this story is going to be roughly about four or five chapters, so I have a lot of time to plan and write this. Hopefully, I will be able to update "The Adventure of a Marauder" soon. Keep your eyes peeled, because I won't make you guys wait for long! (Well… I hope not!)

Gifts

You were impressed with your robe fitting with Madam Malkin. She complimented you, gushing how the dress robes went perfectly with your complexion. You simply nodded and smiled, handing over your fifteen galleons, silently begging for her to hurry up and give you your robes. All the talk about dress robes was beginning to get on your last nerve.

Leaving the shop you think about buying a wedding gift – how can you not after Emmy and Tom so kindly added your name to the guest list? You begin to stroll round the cobbled streets of Diagon Alley, peering into shop windows and looking at all the mysterious stalls.

Nothing appears to spring to mind or look suitable as a gift, and you begin to get agitated. Shopping for a wedding gift shouldn't be this hard. You begin to lose hope after you walk past a self-cleaning reading glasses stall ("They clean themselves when you want them too!"). You look at the glasses stall and you stop walking. You allow your imagination to roam free just this once (any more than once and you'll be arrested by the Ministry of Magic for crazy magic ideas) and an idea pops to mind. Self-filling champagne glasses – the perfect not-so-crazy wedding gift for a not-so-crazy newly-wed couple! (Actually, now that you think about it, Emmy is slightly crazy, but only a bit.)

You walk around in hope of being able to find your desired gift, begging that you wouldn't have to cast the charm on the champagne glasses yourself because you're not that good at charm-work.

With no luck, you can't find your gift, and you daren't go down to Knockturn Alley, because not only does that place terrify you, it's just too darn creepy to even think about. You sigh in defeat, and apparate to an alley in Trafalgar Square you know will be clear of all forms of muggles.

Tapping your wand on your shopping bag, the label now read Jean Patou instead of Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Proud with your minor handiwork, you disappear off into the muggle side of London in search for champagne glasses. To your misfortune, you have to cast the charm yourself, and you made a mental note to pop into Flourish and Blotts later to pick up a book that would help you along the way.

Later when you arrived home, there was an owl awaiting you. Confused, you dump your bags on a table nearby and stroke the tawny brown owl, gently prying the letter from its beak.

Dear friend,

I'm glad you're able to attend my, I mean, our wedding. Sorry, Tom will chastise me if I keep telling people it's my wedding – people will think I bullied him into marrying me! That, obviously, is not the case.

Sorry, I'm waffling.

I'm writing to ask you to help Anna in organizing the catering, the bridesmaids and the grooms' men. Do you think you could help us out? I'll be forever in your debt.

Sincerely,

Emmy Riddle nee White

(I cannot wait to be able to write that! Emmy Riddle… has a certain ring to it, doesn't it?)

You laugh, and using the summoning charm to bring forth a piece of parchment and a quill, you note down your reply, telling an excited Emmy that you'd be honoured to help out. You didn't bother telling her that you saw her fiancée in Madam Malkin's, there wasn't a need.

Allowing the tawny owl to fly off with your reply, you get cracking with that charm you were supposed to be casting on the champagne glasses you bought.

A wedding, a wedding! We're all going to a wedding! Oooh, I'm excited. This is so much fun! So Emmy asked for help with the catering and the bridesmaids and the grooms' men. Sounds... hard-working. Are you all up for it? ;)

Emmy Riddle sure has a ring to it, doesn't it? :P

Read and review my lovely readers!

muchlove,
imafeckingstarr xxx