Posy Parkinson insisted on a formal wedding in the garden of Parkinson Manor. She ordered 5.000 pansy petals to be scattered down the aisle. A ten tiered cake frosted in white with sugar flowers cascading from the top, fading into a subtle lavender. The center of each flower adorned with a tiny pearl. Pansy and Sirius had been fitted in the finest silk robes the wizarding world had ever seen. It was to be the social event of the season. Just at the end of summer so guests would be comfortable outside during the ceremony. Posy Parkinson would singlehandedly throw the best wedding ceremony of the season. She would make the Parkinson's social standing acceptable again. Since her dear Cassius had been taken to Azkaban and Death Eaters fell out of style, Posy had been scheming to bring her family back into society's good graces.
Pansy didn't give a shit about society. She didn't care about cake flavors or sugar candy flowers. She didn't care about color coordinating with her mother's dress robes. She did not want to get married.
"All eligible witches over the age of 17 will be married according to blood status. Muggleborn witches will be married to Pureblood wizards. Pureblood witches will be married to Muggleborn wizards, Half-Blood wizards, or families formerly known as 'blood traitors'. Half-Blood witches can be married to any wizard of any blood status." The letter had said.
"Pansy Parkinson, daughter of former Death Eater, Cassius Parkinson?"
"Yeah," Pansy grimaced. That was her claim to fame. Daughter of former Death Eater, Cassius.
The Under Secretary peered over her half-moon glasses at the scantily clad witch in front of her. "I need your wand to verify, dear."
Pansy rolled her eyes and handed over her 10-inch rosewood wand. "Like anyone would choose to marry a Muggleborn."
"Yes, Ms. Parkinson, everything checks out. You have been assigned…" the Ministry officials eyes wandered down the paper. "Sirius Black."