The wedding has been just lovely! Luna was beautiful! She had a stunning long golden dress, and her hair were all braided with yellow strings and flowers. I helped her to arrange it and the result was gorgeous. She has got a shiny perfect skin, fair and smooth. I envy her so much! It's beyond me how she can always look so young! Perhaps I was wrong in always disdaining her gurdyroot juice…
Sean is smitten with her. He is a nice guy. Sexy albeit quirky. He showed up in a flowery swimsuit, flip flop and a short sleeves shirt, which proved Harry's point about the definition of "formal occasion" given by those two. Well, I'm not going to make him gloat revealing that much and if Luna doesn't object, I guess it's fine.
Anyway, I cried when they exchanged vows. I could not refrain it. I never thought I would see her married and they look charming together. Stella was very pretty too; I arranged her hair in the same style as Luna and we got for her a similar gold dress.
I didn't wear my witch's robe in the end. There were too many muggles. I wore a strapless cobalt blue dress I bought here, simple but very fetching, empire line, floating soft fabric and I arranged my hair in a high bun. I'm glad to see I still attract some attention. One or two of Sean's friends were quite flirty despite my venerable age. I allowed a bit of flirtation as a mild rebellious act against Harry's abandon and to tickle my self-esteem a bit. But really, they were just lads. Albeit very well formed and attractive lads, I must say. There must be something in the air in here; all guys look gorgeous.
Hermione looked good too. We went for some shopping a few days ago as she was planning to wear a suit very sad indeed. That woman hasn't got an ounce of style. She has got so much potential, but she is always so sloppy.
Which is for the best perhaps coming to think of it, at least when Harry is around. I know very well he is not attracted to her or anything and he is barely aware of her as a woman (despite between the two of us she is definitely the more endowed to arouse a man), years of repetition had its effect but still I'm not too keen for him to notice how pretty she can be.
Honestly, when I found out she was in love I wanted to chop her head off and boil it for supper.
My best friend, married to my brother! Can you believe it?! Getting profit of the loving nature of MY husband!
She shouldn't have allowed him to touch her! She should have moved to the other side of the planet in a nunnery! And instead, she allowed MY husband to be nice to her! MY husband!
Frankly it has been a big blow. But it has been a bigger blow for Harry who has a tunnel vision when women and women's feelings are concerned. I kind of always known deep down but it was easier to pretend otherwise. I used to tell myself that just because in her situation I would have fallen for him on day one it didn't necessarily mean it worked likewise for her. Huge mistake. We, women, have a natural sixth sense that should always be listened to.
However, upon reflection, after getting into a rage with her, with Harry and with the whole world besides, I was brought to senses.
I endeavoured to put myself into her shoes. I remembered what I felt when at Hogwarts I looked at Harry with Cho Chang. All the uneasiness, the hopelessness. And I was only a girl, loving a myth not a grown woman loving a man.
But what really convinced me to put the matter aside and accept it, it has been Harry.
One day when I was pregnant with Sunrise and we were having a walk, a group of witches and wizards spotted and accosted him as usual. And, as usual, he had to listen to the same tales, answer to the same questions and I, who didn't have any part in it, was seriously bothered. But then I looked at him, polite as he always is, answering and listening patiently, and I realised that this was his life, what he faced every day, most of his interactions were of the same kind and all of sudden, notwithstanding surrounded by people, it struck me how lonely he looked.
Therefore, when he asked me to invite Hermione for his birthday, I decided to talk to her to sort it out. Harry needs all the friends he can get. Especially if they are clever, sensitive and love him sincerely.
But that doesn't mean that I don't always keep my eyes open.
And, I promise, I try not to gloat.
And I earnestly hope she'll grow out of it. Even if I don't see how that can be achieved to be completely honest. Especially being married with mister I'm-an-insensitive-git.
Anyway, Harry not being of the party I enjoyed myself in making her shine.
We chose (that is, I chose) a very fitting pale pink dress (to enhance her gorgeous tan) with a tight embroidered corset (to enhance her prosperous shapes), I straighten her hair and I applied only a tiny bit of makeup, not much was needed as she has a very nice skin too, very luminous, and devoid of imperfections, no freckles to hide.
At the end she looked stunning. Ron couldn't take his eyes off her and I'm sure tonight they will do what Harry affirms they never do. Or at least I hope so.
When she learned the reason of Harry's absence, she got so agitated she seemed on the verge of jumping in the closest fireplace. I retained her but she has been quite fretting for the whole ceremony. Perhaps I'm not taking the thing seriously enough. It's difficult to take any matter seriously when the sun shines and one is on holiday.
Ron on the other side wasn't that impressed by his absence. He thinks it hasn't been nice of him to leave me here on my own. He is right but then I tried to defend him as best as I could, I really care them being in good terms again. I want everything to get back as it was.
Well, we ate on the beach, a guy was playing a guitar and we danced a bit, there were bonfires, a cascade of yellow flowers everywhere, and everything was quite easy and cheerful. Luna really has a knack for this kind of things, she brings easiness wherever she goes.
I got back in my apartment quite late into the night, or quite early into the morning and slightly tipsy. Almost like being twenty again. There is something missing though.
I do so wish Harry was here…