The scene was picturesque, with smiling faces all around. Enchanted snow fell on eyelashes, it had to be enchanted, for it was June. There were red eyes full of tears, lots of them and perhaps the reddest eyes and the most with the biggest flow of tears belonged to Sirius. He was standing next to James, he could no longer feel his legs and was smiling with a brilliant radiance from ear to ear.
"You ready mate?" Whispered Sirius to his best friend.
"Been ready for years." Grinned James to his best man.
Then the woman in white came down the aisle, the band picked up into a willowy wedding march. And Lily, with Remus's arm interlocked with her own, looked beautiful.
Her dress clung to her hips, from which it flowed down and expanded into a soft circle of delicate fabric at her feet. If you followed your eyes upwards, you would see the fabric hugging her waist with several pleats and the shoulders were cut off, instead with the dress going completely horizontal and expanding again at her wrists.
She was beautiful, in every way, shape and form. And there wasn't a person in the room that could've said otherwise about her.
"Evans..." James whispered.
"You can't call me Evans any more, remember?" Whispered Lily cheekily when she met with her soon-to-be husband at the altar, with closer inspection you could see that Lily's eyes were also wet. Even her tears didn't dampen on her elegance, they merely moistened her lashes and made her smile and stand stronger and more proud, if that were possible. Lily didn't think that much could compare to this.
"Will Mrs Potter suffice?" Replied James right before he kissed his bride. Not that Lily will ever let him get away with calling her that.
"Mmm… definitely."