Mysterium Coniunctionis

"Halt Wacht,
Dich selbst betracht,
Wirstu dich nit fleissig baden,
Die Hochzeit kan dir schaden."

"Pay attention,
for your own consideration.
If you don't diligently bathe,
the wedding might be your bane."

From "The Chemical Wedding of Christian Rosenkreutz" by Johann Valentin AndreƤ

Manfred Burke was growing impatient. His thirst for revenge grew every day, but the Six never walked alone around the castle. Potter was always with Weasley, Longbottom and the Mudblood between classes, and none of his Slytherin friends wanted to mess with Potter unless they could get him alone.

The most vulnerable targets were the Weasley girl and that nutter, Lovegood. They always were together when they weren't with the others, but after carefully studying their movements, Burke had discovered that after the Care of Magical Creatures class they usually went through some deserted parts of the castle by themselves. He had carefully laid three ambushes with the help of seven of his friends, but they all had failed. The two girls always managed to walk away in a different direction at the last moment for some inexplicable reason.

Burke even had convinced Rebecca Ackerley, who was under strict orders from her father to remain as a sleeping cell inside Ravenclaw, to murder Lovegood in her sleep. It should have been an easy task, but the stupid Ackerley girl claimed she had forgotten three nights in a row what she was supposed to do. Burke simply suspected she didn't have the nerve to do it, so he gave up completely on that plan.

It had taken a lot of convincing to get his friends together for another ambush attempt. He couldn't afford another failure. Suddenly, Gregory Goyle came running around a blind turn in the passageway.

"The two bitches will be here in less than twenty seconds," he said out of breath.

"Get ready," Burke commanded. "Stun them and get their wands as soon as they turn the corner."

The eight Slytherins pointed their wands at the spot where Ginny and Luna would appear. They held their breath for twenty seconds, but there was no sign of the two blood traitors.

"Keep your positions," Burke ordered with a whisper.

Another minute went by, but there was no sign of the two girls. The Slytherins started complaining and arguing among themselves.

"You made me waste my time again," Millicent Bulstrode whinged in her deep contralto voice. "If you ever catch the Weasley girl, I want her first," she demanded. "You owe me that."

"What do you intend to do to her?" Burke asked with genuine curiosity.

"That conceited bitch thinks she's so hot and pretty, but I'll put her in her place," the homely Slytherin girl hissed. "I'm going to cut her face up so that not even her mother will recognize her."

The others were listening with interest to the answer of the hulking girl and were no longer paying attention to the passage.

The Six, with Harry at the front, came in firing, and in a very bad mood.

"Expelliarmus!"

The first six spells were cast almost in unison and the two remaining Slytherins were disarmed before they even knew what hit them.

"Check for extra wands and magical objects," Harry commanded.

After casting magic revelation, and dark magic revelation charms, Ron and Neville had collected a few extra wands, emergency Portkeys, and a couple of Dark objects. They stepped back to face the Slytherins.

"Like father, like son. Afraid much, you bloody coward?" Harry asked Burke with indignation. "Eight against two. That must be a new Slytherin low."

"You just feel brave because you all have wands," spat Burke.

"The next time any of you tries anything against Ginny, Luna or any of my friends," Harry warned them with a cold voice. "I promise you a long stay at St Mungo's."

Harry deliberately holstered his wand, and the rest of the Six followed suit. Ron laughed as he cracked his knuckles.

"You were saying about us having wands," Harry said with a malicious smile.

Burke took a swing, but Harry easily stopped his attempted left hook with a side-arm block while he kicked him in the shin. The taller Slytherin lost his balance only slightly but that was all Harry needed to start a barrage of punches and kicks. An upper cut was followed by a flying roundhouse kick to the face that sent Burke against the wall. Harry went after him with a punch to the solar plexus and a knee to the liver. Then his arms delivered a blur of punches to his face and body.

Ron, and in particular Neville, weren't in a forgiving mood either. They unloaded karate kicks and punches on the Slytherins that stepped up. They followed up with knees and elbows to the kidneys, spleen and pancreas, as well as kicks to the knees, shins and insteps of the over-matched Slytherins. Hermione and Luna joined the fray with enthusiasm.

Seeing the beatings that were being handed out, Millicent Bulstrode attempted to run away, but Ginny cut off her retreat.

"I'm all yours, Millicent," the redhead said with feigned vulnerability as she pushed her chin forward, "Want to punch my pretty face?"

The big Slytherin girl regained her courage in front of the petite Gryffindor. She threw a couple of punches, but they were slow as molasses. Ginny moved like a tornado and quickly delivered several punches and kicks to Bulstrode's soft belly that left her bent over in pain. The redhead took advantage to do a double ear slap that left the big girl disoriented, unbalanced, and with her ears ringing.

She then delivered a blistering combination of jumping hook kicks, roundhouse kicks and side kicks, only to finish Bulstrode off with a barrage of straight karate punches to the face. The big Slytherin fell face first against the flagstones, completely knocked out.

The six Gryffindors made sure none of the eight unconscious Slytherins were in mortal danger before leaving. Luna struggled to turn over the body of the unconscious Millicent Bultrode to check on her, but finally managed it. "You know," Luna said in her dreamy voice, looking at the swollen and bloody face of Bulstrode. "I don't think she has ever looked better."

"Luna!" Hermione exclaimed appalled.

Next to each Slytherin they left their regular wands and Portkeys but kept the untraceable wands and the Dark objects before making their way back into the castle.

After the beating of the Slytherins, all disciplinary action came to an end when they refused to provide either a Pensieve memory of the moments before the beating, or to testify under Veritaserum. Again, Professor Snape was very helpful behind the scenes in sweeping the whole affair under the rug. They were grateful for his assistance but remained vigilant. World quickly got around the castle of the frightful beating Burke and his crew had received at the hands of Potter and his friends. Everyone gave them a wide berth after that.

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The weeks prior to the ritual were busy with complex preparations. The Wednesday meetings were used to make and prepare everything that would be necessary, as well as for working out the logistics of the ritual itself.

The question of who would join their polarities first drew stone silence for everyone. The idea of watching someone else making love had never had much appeal for any of them, and the knowledge of being watched during the most intimate, vulnerable, and unguarded moments of their lives, was very disturbing.

Harry was as hesitant as everyone else to go first, but he couldn't escape the fact his friends were doing this for his sake.

"I think we should go first," he volunteered, apologizingly looking at Ginny.

His girlfriend swallowed hard but nodded. "You're right. We'll go first."

Once that was settled, they agreed that Neville and Luna would go next, and Ron and Hermione last.

Then they moved to the delicate question of who would act as which watchtower. To protect Ron's sensibilities, it was determined that he would act as the northern watchtower during Ginny's and Harry's ritual. It was the position that afforded the least visibility of the sexual act itself. During Ron's and Hermione's ritual, Ginny would occupy the same position.

Before to the celebration of the "Joining" there had to be a ritual cleansing. The bath was a critical step to the rite. Those who were impure or undeserving could pay with their lives for daring to attempt ascending to the higher planes. The witches had to buy, collect and make all the necessary articles for the ritual cleansing, starting with individual bars of soap for each of them.

Each bar of soap had a specific fragrance. Ginny picked jasmine; Hermione, rose; Luna, hyacinth; Harry, sandalwood; Ron, cedarwood and Neville, oakmoss. They also had to manufacture scented red candles and scented oils with the same individual fragrances. The girls chose the different herbs and salts for the bath itself, and to the boy's dismay, they also collected a large amount of flower petals.

After dinner, on March the 24th, the Six made their way to Hermione's room. The teens played Exploding Snap until an hour before midnight, when they began to prepare the bath. A quick inspection made clear that Dobby and his crew had done an excellent job with the cleaning of the bathroom itself. It was spotless.

The girls took charge of preparing the bath and sent the boys away after they had brought in all the materials. The water at Hogwarts came from a pure natural spring, so it was appropriate for the ritual cleansing. Hermione turned the tap on, taking great care of not making the temperature too warm. As the large circular bathtub filled, the girls placed almost fifty red candles all around it and poured the different herbs and salts into the water.

After the bathtub was filled, the girls emptied a couple of large bags brimming with flower petals into the tub while chanting to the Goddess Flora. Since it was the beginning of Spring, they appealed for her favour. They petals were mostly of rose, jasmine and hyacinth, but there were also petals of lilies of the valley, tulips, lavender and gardenias. They lit the candles and turned off the gas lights. To finish, they placed around the bathtub six carefully folded white towels, and the white robes they would wear after the cleansing. The individual bars of soap, with their distinctive colour, were put on top of them, and a small bottle of anointing oil was placed on the side.

The three girls stood admiring their handiwork. The scents were strong, but not overpowering. The diffused lighting was perfect.

"I need to do this again... in private," Hermione said wistfully.

"... and not for a cleansing, but to get dirty" Ginny added in an amused tone.

The three girls laughed and went back to the sitting room just as the clock was striking midnight.

"Are we ready?" Hermione asked all of them.

Slowly everyone assented.

It wasn't the cleansing that gave them pause, but the ritual sex that was to follow. Secretly, each of them was as nervous as they had been their first time, and in a way, it was their first time. The boys had to fight a performance anxiety they hadn't felt in months; and the girls had their own insecurities and fears to contend with. Fear of being publicly too loud, too lustful and so on; fear of what the other boys and the other girls might think... fear of not being "normal" in their eyes.

They undressed in silence and walked completely naked into the bathroom. Each one stood next to the coloured soap they each recognized as theirs, and after everyone was in position, Hermione nodded, and they stepped into the bathtub.

The six teens submerged themselves fully into the perfectly lukewarm water, and after resurfacing, grabbed their soap. They stood in a circle facing each other, and Hermione, as leader of the coven by virtue of being the eldest, began the ritual.

Hermione dipped her soap into the aromatic water and worked a lather in her hands. She spoke loudly and firmly.

"Blessed be my mind," she said working the soap on her wet hair until there was a bubbly lather. "May it learn the ways of virtue, and understand your mysteries, Oh holy mother Earth, source of all magic!"

Hermione closed her eyes and began washing her face. "Blessed be my eyes; may they not be deceived by the fallacies of men, and may they admire your works for as long as I live, Oh holy mother Earth, source of healing!

"Blessed be my lips. May they always praise your works and keep your secrets, Oh holy mother Earth, source of all truth!"

Hermione started washing her breasts as well as her torso. Her large, tear-shaped breasts were kind of slippery in her wet, soapy hands. "Blessed be my breasts, formed from your beauty, Oh holy mother Earth, source of all joy and nourishment!

The brunette then washed her crotch meticulously, working her bushy, recently trimmed, pubic hair into a lather. "Blessed be my womb; may it someday bear your fruits, Oh holy mother Earth, source of all life!"

She finished by washing her legs and feet. "Blessed be my legs and feet; may they lead me in the right path and sustain me, Oh holy mother Earth, source of all strength!

The brunette witch submerged herself several times, washing the soap off her body until she was completely rinsed. Dozens of flower petals stuck to her wet body as she stood up.

Harry, as the lead wizard by virtue of his power, was next. He did the ritual cleansing exactly as Hermione had done it, with only two minor differences.

"Blessed be my chest," he said when he washed his torso, "formed from your strength, Oh holy mother Earth, source of all joy and fortitude!"

Harry proceeded to wash his crotch. He duly cleaned his balls first, before diligently washing his penis. "Blessed be my phallus; may it plow a fertile field and may its seed be fruitful, Oh holy mother Earth, source of all life!"

One by one the teens cleansed themselves. Ginny, because she was the youngest, was the last one in the circle to wash herself.

The six teens stepped out of the tub and dried their bodies with the towels. The girls additionally used their wands to charm their hair dry. When they finished, they started applying the anointing oil on the reachable surface of their own skin. Until the joining of polarities, they couldn't touch each other.

When the anointing was finished, they momentarily stood in a circle around the bathtub. The diffused lighting accentuated the curvy bodies and the beautiful faces of the three witches. Their exquisite, oil covered breasts, and their impeccably shaved legs shined in the candlelight, making the penises of the boys begin to stir. Hermione prudently picked up her white robe to cover herself, and the others followed suit.

"Time to fly to Blockula," she announced.

They walked back into the sitting room, where they had previously left six brooms for the occasion, and after opening the large casement window, flew out into a wonderfully clear and bright moonlit night.

It was a chilly flight but, in a few minutes, they were circling over Blockula. They swooped into the flowering meadow and landed gently. The temperature was just right inside the magical clearing, and the teens carefully placed their brooms and robes to one side. Harry even had to leave his eyeglasses before they advanced naked into the stone circle, holding only their wands.

Luna and Hermione began to draw the appropriate magical and alchemical symbols around the stone circle with their wands. They drew a prominent Monas Hieroglyphica at the head of the altar, and just above the symbol of the Moon of the Monas, drew the glyph of Venus and the glyph of Mars. They also outlined the alchemical symbols for iron and copper, the planetary metals of Mars and Venus respectively.

All around the stone circle they drew seemingly random letters and glyphs, which Harry recognized as Latin abbreviations. On each side of the rectangular altar, he saw the initials:

S. P. N. - D.L.S.

They stood for salus per naturam which meant: Salvation through nature. And Deus Lux Solis which meant: God, the light of the Sun

To finish, they wrote a commemorative inscription at the base of the altar:

Fidelis Chymicorum Turba.
IN HANC BLOCKULA
Contulit.
Ad.
MCMXCVII

A faithful crowd of alchemists.
IN THIS BLOCKULA
did gather.
In the year.
1997

After the two witches finished, Ginny closed the circle with a Magic Fire. They all stood around the altar and Hermione spoke in a solemn voice as they all raised their wands.

"Oh, holy mother! We come to your Blockula to pay you tribute. What belongs together, wishes to be joined together. All your creations strive for completion, and we're not complete. Please grant this couple, Harry Potter and Ginevra Weasley, completion. Let them join their polarities and be one with themselves, and with the Universe."

From opposite ends, Ginny and Harry stepped forward.

Ron spoke with a booming voice. "I'm the watchtower of the North, bringer of Winter and Wind, of melancholy and fortitude. Holy mother, favour this couple!"

After speaking, Ron walked to the stone that marked the North cardinal point and sat down in a lotus position on a white cushion that had appeared behind it. His bent right arm rested relaxed against his torso, pointing his wand up toward the starry heavens.

"I'm the watchtower of the South," thundered Neville, "bringer of Summer and Fire, of choler and justice. Holy mother, favour this couple!"

Neville sat in the southern cardinal point, the same way as Ron had.

"I'm the watchtower of the West," Luna said assertively in her soft, sing-song voice, "bringer of Autumn and Water, of sanguine cheer and temperance. Holy mother, favour this couple!"

The Ravenclaw sat on the western cardinal point with a dreamy smile.

"And I, am the watchtower of the East," Hermione finished solemnly, "bringer of Spring and Earth, of phlegm and prudence. Holy mother, we beseech you, favour this couple and let them join in the higher planes.

"If they are worthy, let it be so!"

The other three raised their voices "If they are worthy, let it be so!"

Hermione sat down on the eastern cardinal point, and the low stone altar transformed in front of their eyes. White sheets and comforters started piling on top of the stone until it looked invitingly comfortable.

"The holy mother has acquiesced," Hermione pronounced. "Love, which teaches all the virtues, and rules every destiny, will guide you!"

"Our magic will protect you!" all four watchtowers said in unison.

Harry and Ginny walked toward the altar, and sat on top of it, facing each other in a lotus position. Their knees were touching lightly, and their wands were pointed to the starry heavens above them.

Harry spoke loudly with his green eyes glued to Ginny's brown orbs, which glistened and twinkled with the light of the moon and of the stars. "Ginny, of all the great mysteries of the universe, and of all the magic within it, nothing is more mysterious and magical than love. I long for a higher union of our polarities. Will you join me in the higher realms?"

Even before she had ever met him, all that Ginny had ever wanted was to be with Harry. Her crush on him had been a source of constant embarrassment and mortification. For years she had struggled to suppress and to deny that crush with varying degrees of success, which is why it was strange that now that they were on the verge of a "chemical wedding", she paused to think about her answer.

The orgasmic ritual wasn't just a tawdry sexual act. If they were meant to be, and if their love was true, they would be joined in spirit and soul. Not poetically or romantically, but in a higher reality.

Ginny looked into her heart, and she became aware that it longed for the consummation that only such a union could provide. She smiled when she realized that all along, her crush on Harry had been a manifestation of her destiny.

"Yes, Harry. It is my will," she answered happily as she did a circular motion with her wand. "Fecit potentiam, anima mea." (Show you power, my soul.)

A dome of energy surrounded the altar. They both looked around, and Ginny laid her wand to one side.

"It is my will." Harry said doing the same wand movement. "Fecit potentiam, anima mea."

The magical dome shimmered and acquired a silver glow. Harry laid his wand to one side and the redhead leaned forward. She captured his lips for a slow, deep kiss that left them breathless.

Ginny looked down at Harry's crotch.

Normally, a kiss like that was enough to get the penis of the quite virile teenager stirring, but his member remained limp. She smiled understandingly at him. "Are you nervous?"

He nodded.

"I'm terrified, Harry." she said truthfully. "Forget you have an audience. Just think of me, love. Just think of us..."

They kissed again. She then uncrossed Harry's legs and went down on him.

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It was such a kiss...

When they came apart, Hermione read Ginny's lips. Harry was nervous, and who could blame him? The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and her wand trembled in her hand as their second kiss grew more passionate. The dome of energy shimmered.

Hermione wanted to respect their intimacy, and she felt it was wrong to watch her best friends... err... fucking... but she couldn't tear her eyes away. Harry and Ginny were simply beautiful together. Their young, hard bodies moved so sensually and gracefully that it was like watching some sort of erotic modern dance.

They were both very pale, but Ginny was of an even whiter shade of pale. Hermione liked to tan herself every summer, and in general, she believed that not many people could be that white and look good, but the creamy skin of the redhead had a deep, healthy glow that suited her perfectly.

Ginny was going down on Harry, and she was using her long, silky hair as a shield from intruding eyes. Her head was bobbing slightly, and Harry tilted his head back with a groan.

"You do it so good..." he said in a low and strained voice.

A bit concerned, Hermione took a quick glance at Ron. He couldn't directly see what Ginny was doing, but the bobbing up and down movement of her head could only mean one thing. Ron was obviously scandalized that his little sister was sucking Harry's cock. He closed his eyes hard, and controlled his trembling wand hand, but a moment later he opened one eye and peeked.

Hermione watched fascinated as the long, beautiful red hair of her friend swayed gently like a curtain being rustled by a soft wind. The relative position of Ginny's head could only mean that Harry's penis was close to being fully erect, and a moment later, the redhead rose with her eyes fixed on the fruits of her labour. Ginny bit her lower lip, and then she gave Harry a playful, self-satisfied smile.

She could get her man hard, any time she wanted.

They remained in a sitting position. Ginny put her arms around his neck to steady herself and sat on Harry's thighs with his penis rising vertically between them. They started kissing with so much feeling and sweetness that Hermione couldn't help feeling a wave of tenderness and happiness for her friends. Their hands caressed each other's backs before Harry brought one hand forward to fondle her breasts.

Moments later his hand went down and disappeared between her legs. Ginny's back arched as soon as he touched her, and she lowered her own hand to play with his penis and testicles. Their kissing became more intense and passionate, and the young woman offered her neck to him. Harry showered her face and neck with kisses before she leaned back to present her magnificent, round breasts to her lover. He devoured them with kisses and small bites as she moaned repeatedly.

Hermione felt shame when she felt the beginnings of moisture building inside her pussy. Was it wrong to be aroused by such a spectacle?

Ginny raised her hips, and that prompted Harry to grab the base of his penis to hold it in position. The redhead slowly lowered herself, and she let out a deep, low moan when he began to penetrate her. The raven-haired wizard let go of his penis, and he began to fondle her breasts again.

Ginny raised and lowered her hips slowly, impaling herself more and more each time as her pussy stretched to accommodate his impressive manhood. After several minutes of slow and gentle lovemaking, Ginny was sitting comfortably on his thighs and started rocking her hips as they continued embracing and kissing.

It was impossible to hear the sounds that the oblivious couple was making, and not be aroused. There was a succession of moans, groans, cries and the calling out of each other's names. Hermione's skin and pussy tingled, and she wasn't surprised that the fiery redhead, the favourite of Venus, was the first one to succumb to lust. Her white skin grew gradually pink, and her hips started to move a bit more forcefully.

"Yes, Harry, yes!" she hissed through gritted teeth.

Ginny tightened her embrace, and Harry responded with hard, passionate kisses. The boy pushed her to her back, and they seamlessly switched to a missionary position. Harry still maintained a controlled pace, but there was more force in his thrusts. The redhead became louder.

As loud as Ginny was being, Hermione couldn't help thinking she was louder. How embarrassing would it be to see her friends in the face after her own joining. The brunette was rather moist by now, and she couldn't help fantasizing about Ron's banana shaped, G-spot tickler.

Ginny's face suddenly dropped to one side, and her eyes met with those of the startled Hermione, but the brunette quickly realized that the redhead's eyes were completely unfocused. Ginny was breathing through her mouth, and with every stroke she let out a cry. Sometimes she grimaced, but it was the kind of grimace that only a good fuck can put on a woman's face.

Harry raised Ginny's left leg to his shoulder and started to fuck her quite spiritedly. Her brown eyes started to slowly roll to the back her head until only the white part was showing. Then her heavy eyelids slowly closed.

The raised leg gave Hermione a direct view of their sexual organs, and her eyes became glued to the spot where the bodies of the young couple joined. Harry's cock moved unrelentingly, but smoothly in and out of Ginny's pussy.

Was it wrong to think that Harry, her dear friend, had a really nice cock and that her friend Ginny had an amazing pair of tits?

Yes. It was definitely wrong, but she couldn't help it.

The brunette's wand started shaking in her hand once again, and she concentrated on the dome of energy to bring it under control.

"Yes, Harry... like that... oh fuck me... I'm going to come!" Ginny said frantically, barely able to speak.

Harry put her other leg on his shoulder, and he grunted with almost feral intensity. The pace became furious, and the young lovers quickly headed toward blissful oblivion.

Ginny was screaming with every stroke now. Not as much as Hermione knew she could scream herself, but screaming, nonetheless.

"YES, HARRY, YES... COME WITH ME... YES, I'M COMING, I'M..."

There was a wave of heat and light that emanated from the altar, and Hermione felt a tingle in her vagina that wasn't quite an orgasm. As the Grey Lady had warned them, they had definitely "felt" and absorbed some of the couple's magical and sexual energy. Oddly enough, she didn't feel "dirty" or uncomfortable about it... Quite the contrary.

The young lovers were on the Mental plane of the astral realm now. Their bodies lay hidden behind a beautiful glowing light, and those remaining in the Etheric plane, lacking a sexual spectacle, had nothing else to do for now than to hold the dome of magical energy.

A little more than five minutes later there was another surge of energy and heat. Hermione's vagina tingled again.

The couple had reached the Unity plane.

The glow became brighter, and their wands shook even more. It took more concentration to hold the energy dome. About five minutes later, there was yet another awe-inspiring blast of magical and sexual energy. This time the tingle in Hermione's pussy drew an involuntary moan from her. The light around the dome became more intense, and it acquired a golden hue.

They had reached the Spiritual plane.

"Be ready!" Hermione commanded struggling to hold her wand. "They are going to make it... I know it!" she called out laughing from sheer happiness.

The light was blinding when the young lovers reached the Divine plane, and Hermione was brought to the edge of orgasm herself, but suddenly she screamed as an unbearable pain split her forehead. The golden light dimmed as when dark clouds blocked the sun, and the temperature dropped.

"Something is wrong..." Ron screamed with fear. "My head..."

"Harry is in trouble!" Luna cried.

The pain was making it difficult to hold the energy dome, and Hermione felt intense fear and despair that she knew was coming from Ginny.

"We have to hold the dome for as long as it takes," she screamed. "If the dome brakes and the energy escapes, they'll be stuck in the Divine plane forever!"

Everything grew darker around them, and tears started pouring out of Hermione's eyes. They wouldn't be able to hold the dome much longer.

Harry and Ginny were going to be lost.

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A/N: * Mysterium Coniunctionis = The Mystery of the Joining

* The Chemical Wedding of Christian Rosenkreutz is a very symbolic and esoteric book that I don't pretend to understand, even though at times it makes for interesting reading. The inscription the girls write at the base of the altar is a variation of an inscription in that book. The translation of the verse at the beginning is mine.

* The Monas Hieroglyphica is a glyph invented by John Dee to symbolize the union of opposites. It also symbolizes a spiritual wedding. The Monas appears in the wedding invitations for "The Chemical Wedding".

* Just as an interesting tidbit: John Dee, was the original 007 that Ian Fleming made famous as James Bond. Dee signed his reports to Queen Elizabeth with that cypher.