He Began To Nausea
A/N: This is what would have happened if Dragon had brought her son to the wedding of Florinda and Professor Jirafales. (I don't know what this is. Enjoy.)
It was supposed to be a beautiful ceremony, a blessed day in the life of Doña Florinda and Professor Jirafales. Friends and family had gathered for the special event, including Dragon, Soleil, Maisie, and their families. Everything was going well until Quico was presented with a delicate pillow that had lace stitched into place along the edges. Two rings had also been sewn onto the pillow, preventing the child from swallowing them. However, that didn't stop him from trying.
Quico tilted his head like a curious puppy, eyeing the gleaming rings served up on a bed of silk. He tried plucking at the strings like a guitar. Unsuccessful in his attempts to get the rings off the pillow, he simply decided to stuff the corner of the pillow in his mouth, chewing and sucking on the pink fabric.
"Quico, we don't put the pillow in our mouth," Credence whispered from the sidelines. He gently lifted the pillow from his son's mouth before noticing the golden rings. Seeing them reminded him of when he used to put coins in his mouth and suck on them when he was a child. They tasted so good. He wondered if the rings would also taste good.
But no, his mother didn't want him putting small objects in his mouth. For obvious reasons. Feeling the need for oral stimulation, Credence searched his pockets for his teething rings. When he couldn't find them, he turned his attention to the wedding rings.
He looked at the couple on stage, then back at the rings, then back at the couple, and then...
Just as the dementor was about to pronounce them husband and wife, Credence started coughing. The persistent sounds of retching filled the church. Alecto, who was playing with some rice in the seat next to Credence, watched in awe as the Obscurial gagged and vomited one of the wedding rings onto the carpet.
"Wait, there's supposed to be two!" Aberforth said, his voice a frantic whisper at the back of the crowd.
The surly goat breeder raised a hand and thumped his son on the back. Credence doubled over in his wheelchair, the dry heaves continuing as he suffered repeated blows to the back, finally puking the second ring out on the floor.
"Whoa." Alecto's eyes widened, and she dropped her bag of rice. This had given her an idea.
.oOo.
There was a grand party after the wedding, during which Alecto had hung a disco ball from the ceiling. The baby Death Eater conjured flashing strands of multicolored lights and a fog machine, placing Credence at the center of the stage where he vomited massive amounts of shiny trinkets into the air.
Alecto squealed in sheer delight, dancing beneath the shiny spray as the speakers pumped out hardcore beats that vibrated the walls of the building. Gold rings and watches, jewel-encrusted bracelets, shiny charms, silver coins, and necklaces rained down from above. A niffler was seen running through the crowd, scooping up everything it could get its paws on. Truly it was the celebration of the century.