The grandeur of the venue was matched only by the elegance of the occasion as guests arrived at the sprawling Malfoy estate, greeted by manicured gardens, prowling peacocks and ornate fountains. A gentle breeze carried the scent of freshly cut flowers through the air, setting the scene for a day of opulence and romance.
Attendees adorned in their best dress-robes made their way to the ballroom, met with a breathtaking sight. A towering arch adorned with cascading blooms formed the centerpiece of the ceremony space while rows of gilded chairs flanked a pristine white aisle, each one meticulously arranged to ensure every guest had a perfect view of the proceedings.
Astoria Greengrass made her entrance, a vision of timeless beauty as she glided down the aisle on the arm of her proud father. Gasps of admiration echoed through the crowd as she took her place beside her groom, their eyes locking in a moment of pure, unbridled affection. Draco Malfoy had eyes for no-one but his bride.
A hushed silence fell over the gathering as the officiant began the ceremony, their words a heartfelt tribute to the love shared by the couple. As the newlyweds sealed their union with a tender kiss, the crowd erupted into cheers and applause, their joyous celebration echoing throughout the estate. Glasses clinked as guests raised a toast to the happy couple, their laughter mingling with the strains of live music drifting from the nearby courtyard.
In the kitchens, a slight woman with curly brown hair methodically cleaned champagne flutes, ridding them of lipstick and sending them floating back to the festivities on enchanted golden trays. A ridged, twisted scar marred the left side of her face, angry red puckering what had once been a peaches-and-cream complexion.
Lavender Brown sighed. This was not how she had envisioned her life post-Hogwarts.