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Pre-Wedding
Author: Ginny Weasley
Date: 05-02-11 18:40
"Put the camera down and turn around," Molly orders.
Ginny responds by holding up a finger. "Hang on a mo, Mum." She takes another picture of Larkin, Victoire, and Miranda with cheeks pressed together as they push their faces into one of the larger bouquets, sniffing deeply. Ginny now turns to Molly, "Yes, Mum?"
"I just want to make sure your hair is finished," she says, one had reaching up to twirl one of the loose curls framing Ginny's face. Most of Ginny's currently very long hair is pulled into a French twist. Molly gently takes Ginny's chin in hand to turn Ginny's head from side to side. She then makes a twirling motion. "Turn around. Is Hermione having you put anything in your hair other than this pretty comb?"
"I'm not sure. When I was just in there she'd not made a decision yet."
"She don't do if she can't see the options in front of her. Come on then."
"I'm trying to take candid shots," Ginny protests even as she allows Molly to steer her back into the Burrow and up the stairs to where Hermione is. If Ginny weren't in the wedding she'd be happy to take all the photos. Since she's not only in the wedding but is the maid of honor, Ginny's been having fun taking candid shots as the family came together this morning for an early Easter celebration and of the final preparations for the wedding. The last little while has been spent taking photos of people getting ready and milling around.
They go through the front door rather and are halfway to the stairs when Ron comes from the direction of the kitchen. "I was just looking for the picnic basket. Have either of you seen it?"
The picnic basket is something Ron had read about in one of the many articles Hermione had encouraged him to read to get Ron thinking about what he'd like for the wedding and reception. This particular article was about how even at a sit down reception the bride and groom often don't truly get to enjoy any of the food or cake and if it's a buffet type reception they get even less. They are so busy chatting with guests, posing for pictures, etc. that before they know it, it's time to depart and they've hardly had a bite. Having a picnic basket packed with some of each of the food served with cake slices included once the cake (or cakes) is cut is a good way for them to get to have the food. The article also suggested including a bottle of champagne and two glasses. The loaded basket is taken with them on honeymoon. Ron not only took to the idea but he'd done the shopping for what he considered the perfect basket.
"It's right there in the corner," Molly nods with her head. "I moved it in here so it wouldn't get buried. There's so much in the kitchen for the reception right now I didn't want it to get buried."
"Thanks, Mum!"
"I thought you were going to have some things put over in Blossom's and Maj's kitchens," Ginny says as Molly and she continue on to the stairs.
"I have. There's just so much. I do love having Fred and George living within view. I wouldn't mind at all if Bill and Charlie would build here as well. There's plenty of room."
"Have you said anything to either of them about that?" Ginny asks knowing full well that Molly has not so subtly hinted to her two older brothers on a number of occassions.
"I may have mentioned once or twice how much room there is for building. Percy has talked about building and probably will do at some point but he's wanting to save up first. If only Ron hadn't bought that nice large house from Dierna. Hermione and he probably won't want to consider moving any time soon. At least his house is larger. Bill's and Charlie's houses really aren't meant for growing families. They're nice starter houses mind, but with Charlie having two now and I know they want more and Fleur getting ready to have her second, they really should think about building and here is a perfectly good location. And if I haven't said so yet today, you look lovely, dear. That shade of purple is perfect for spring."
By now they're standing in front of a closed door and as soon as Molly finishes saying her peace she knocks. "Hermoine? It's Molly and Ginny."
"Come in!"
Ginny holds the door as Molly goes through first, her mother already telling the bride, "Hermione, we've come to let you make a final decision about whether to add anything to Ginny's hair. Ginny, put the camera down."
Ginny's just taken a shot of Molly talking to Hermione. She grins at her soon to be newest sister-in-law and puts the camera down. Molly has Ginny stand still while she does things like tucks baby's breath into her dauther's hair and takes it out again, and experiments with other hair ornamentation as Hermione looks on, occasionally having Ginny turn her head this way and that. To Ginny it seems to take ages when really it's perhaps a whopping fifteen minutes total. Once the decision is made, she allows her mum to fuss over her hair before turning to fuss over Hermione while asking, "Now, what about the little ones?"
With another huge grin Ginny grabs up her camera again and leaves them to go tell the other adult bridesmaids the bride's finaly decision about their hair, and to get in a few more candids.
Before the Ceremony
Author: Bill Weasley
Date: 05-02-11 19:53
Bill tended to sleep in on Sunday mornings, or as much as having a baby in the house would allow. On this particular Sunday, however, Bill had to get up extra early to attend an Easter celebration at the Burrow and then to get ready for the wedding of Ron and Hermione. Since he got up earlier during the week, it normally wouldn't have been so difficult, but the time change had happened overnight, causing everyone to lose an hour's sleep.
He stifled a yawn with the back of his hand.
Charlie lightly punched his arm. "Stop that."
Bill felt another urge to yawn but managed to swallow it. "I can't help it. I know it's just one hour but it's really doing me in."
"It's not going to prevent you from doing your ushering duties, is it?" Charlie asked, mostly in jest.
Bill shot his younger brother a look. "Please. I could usher in my sleep."
"Looks like that might actually happen." Charlie grinned.
The men were in the backyard, observing the last minute set up for the wedding ceremony. Everything was more or less already in place, but a few items had been shifted around since their original placement. In the few minutes the brothers had been standing outside, the same flower arrangement had moved five times.
Bill glanced sideways at Charlie and wondered if attending weddings at the Burrow ever reminded him of the night he nearly married Helena before family and friends. That night had been a disaster. Fortunately, there had been several successful weddings at the Burrow since then.
Thinking about that night invariably caused Bill to think about Adriana. Although he didn't regret the knowledge that she hadn't died all those years ago, he had begun to wish that she hadn't come back. Fleur bristled at the very thought of her, and Bill really didn't want to upset his wife.
Bill yawned again.
Charlie chuckled. "Hermione might accuse you of thinking her wedding is boring."
"Weasley weddings usually aren't," Bill replied.
Charlie didn't say anything at first, and maybe he was thinking about Helena just then. When at last he spoke, he said, "I have a feeling Hermione had this planned down to the very second. Nothing can possibly go wrong under her watch."
"Let's hope you don't eat those words, Charlie."
"All I plan on eating is the delicious wedding banquet to follow the ceremony."
The brothers began talking about food, then, and for a little while, Bill forgot how tired he felt.
Keeping Children Clean
Author: Blossom
Date: 05-03-11 14:18
Great-aunt Muriel eyes Gideon then Seth, remarking a tad too loudly, "They don't much look like brothers, now do they. Are you sure that one is yours?"
Blossom is usually able to tolerate much of the nonsense that comes out of Muriel's mouth but to rudely question Gideon's parentage is overstepping. Fred, looking none too pleased himself, puts a calming hand on his wife's arm before stepping over to his great-aunt, offering up his arm and saying, "Bill and Charlie are falling off on the job not having seen you to your seat already, Aunt Muriel. As to the boys there, they are from a set of triplets you know. Gideon might favor his mother and Seth the Weasleys, but Gideon's already showing the same sense of humor George and I have."
Fred has said this with extreme pride even as Muriel tsks and tuts about the thought of having a miniature with the mind of Fred running around. He winds her up even more by saying, "Seth too for that matter. Fabian and Freddie are coming along nicely in that regard as well. Larkin is more like Ginny. In looks she's a blend of Blossom and me, but personality... . Let's just say she rules the nest."
Blossom would love to hear more of what Fred's saying that will surely alarm Muriel but with Seth looking as though he's got mud on his hands she hurries over to where he and Gideon are looking at what food is already out in preparation for the reception. "Seth, let Mom clean off your hands."
"Good to hear you say Mom instead of Mum. Not sure why that is other than you and I are American, but there you have it."
Blossom looks to her grandfather, hoping he's not getting people's hackles up as Muriel often does. The only reason he's here today is that he'd been after Blossom to let him come for a visit and he'd wanted to come at Easter. She'd finally relented though told him she would not beg an invite for him to the wedding and he'd just have to be fine with spending part of the day on his own. Upon hearing Dexter was going to pay an Easter visit but that Blossom hadn't wanted to make an imposition by having him to the wedding and reception Molly had declared, "Stuff and nonsense." Blossom knew better than to argue with Molly on something wedding related so hadn't said anything more about Dexter not attending.
As it turns out, her grandfather has actually been helpful today. He's has assisted on any number of things this morning and into the early afternoon. Now he looks at Seth's hands and asks, "Is that mud?"
"I had thought so but it seems to be chocolate and I've just noticed Gideon has smears of it as well. Boys, where did you get into chocolate?"
Gideon, head bent to inspect his own hands, tells her, "We ated some Easter candy for our baskets."
"Is that all? YOu haven't been grabbing at any of the food for the party?"
"No, just from our baskets," seth solemnly tells her. "We was hungered."
Dexter asks, "Are you still hungry? I can see to getting you a quick snack."
"Please?" both boys say at the same time.
Blossom finishes with Seth's hands, checks his face and clothes, then moves on to Gideon. "It has to be quick though. The wedding starts soon. After it's over, you can sit down for a more proper meal, okay?" To her grandfather she says, "You sure you don't mind?"
"I wouldn't have said if I did."
"Thank you. If you'll look over in my kitchen pantry, there is are some granola bars. Those should be easy enough and the only mess would be some crumbs to brush off. I need to check on the twins and then see what Larkin's up to." To the two boys she sas, "Be good for Dex and don't be snails. Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione would be very sad if you two aren't here for their wedding."
"Okay," Gideon says as Seth responds, "We won't be snails."
Standing, Blossom again tells Dexter, "Thank you!" then hurries off to make sure Freddie and Fabian are still playing inside where they'd been put out of the way and where they'd be less likely to get dirty, and then to see about Larkin.
Cakes And Grace Being Grace
Author: Briar Rose
Date: 05-03-11 15:23
Standing back a short distance from the table where the bride's cake is now on display Briar tilts her head one way then the other. Deciding it's slightly off center from where it needs to be, she uses her wand to carefully, ever so slightly slide the cake to where she wants it, frowning as she does because the tablecloth beneath it is starting to bunch. Instead of using her wand again, she steps up to the table to pull the tablecloth back into place. That done, Briar is ready to add the other cake tiers along with some fresh flowers. Briar works quickly and soon the bride's cake is reception ready. There's a cake server with a lilac ribbon to match the wedding colors and lilac napkins on which Ron & Hermione and the date has been printed in the same style font as used to engrave the invitations.
The bride's cake outwardly looks all the same but Hermione, being pragmatic and practical, thought it would be nice to have more than just the traditional to English weddings fruit cake. There's also white cake with a very slight almond flavoring with a marzipan filling and a buttery cake with apricot jam between the layers. Also on offer today is a chocolate groom's cake. Although having a groom's cake is not a traditional part of British weddings, it's something Ron knew of and really wanted. Like the bride's cake there are choices. There is chocolate fudge with chocolate fudge between the layers and a more Swiss chocolate with the same marzipan filling as the bride's cake has. The entire groom's cake is covered in a rich semisweet chocolate buttercream. Ron hadn't wanted any special decoration as sometimes is on groom's cakes so Briar had mirrored some of along with shavings and curls of dark chocolate.
When Briar is satisfied with the arrangement of both cakes she goes in search of Grace. This morning when on their way to the Valentine's for a huge Easter brunch Grace had asks, "Mum, why isn't Daddy coming to the wedding too?"
Briar hadn't wanted to say anything about how Julian and the Weasleys aren't on friendly terms because that would have led to trying to explain why Uncle Charlie and Daddy do seem to get
along. She'd finally settled on, "Well, the wedding is for Ron and Hermione and Daddy's isn't a particular friend of theirs, not like you and Mummy are."
It wasn't the best of answers and she could tell Grace wanted to push more but by then they were at the bookshoppe and she'd been distracted by both cats, for the one Caerwyn and Augustus share was there as well as Dexter and she'd gotten distracted. It hadn't come up against before they left from there for the Valentine's and getting home again to changed and then get the cakes to the Burrow had meant Briar was far too busy and Grace knew better than to bug her mother just then. The only thing she's asked about really since arriving at the Burrow has been, "Mummy, how come Larkin's Dex has the same name as Daddy's cat?"
Grace has a very good vocabularly for a child her age, always has done, but she still ended up asking in response to Briar's answer, "What's coincedence mean?"
"I promise I'll tell you later," Briar had replied. She'd then said, "You look very pretty. You and Grandmum did a very good job of picking out a dress."
Lisette had wanted to buy Grace and Easter dress and as Briar didn't mind that at all she'd only told her, "Just be sure she can also wear it for a wedding that same day."
"I still say having a wedding on Easter was not good planning," Lisette had huffed.
"I don't see why. They were already having a large family gathering so why not make it into a wedding?" Briar say, effectively shutting down Lisette from going off on one of her tangents. With a number of wedding cakes to make for last weekend and this, Briar had been too busy to let Lisette Valentine nit pick about the decisions of a couple she doesn't know at all.
With Briar not raising to the bait to get a good conversation going about what Lisette's opinion on what she views as the stupidity of others, she'd left with Grace to go shopping. The Easter dress they'd chosen is a very pretty soft pastel green with embroidered flowers of peach, cornflower, and lavender and with a peach colored ribbon running through the hem and around the sleeves. Briar's own dress is a dark sapphire blue that she got for a bargain at a vintage dress shoppe in a Wizarding part of Rome when there not long ago to check on the house there, inherited from Uncle Osbyrt and Aunt Fiorenza.
Satisfied with how the cake tables now look, Briar looks over to the marquee under which the ceremony is taking place and decides it's time Grace and she were seated. It takes a few minutes to locate her daughter, who had joined some of the other little girls upon hers and Briar's arrival, but soon Grace and she are in chairs with Grace deciding it's a good time to decide to ask, "Why am I called Grace when my first name is Molly?"
All Is Right In The World
Author: Harry Potter
Date: 05-03-11 15:51
Up in Ron's old room, Harry looks out the window as a steady stream of people arrive for the wedding. He turns when Ron asks, "Help?" as he struggles with his tie.
"Sure." Harry is better at tying his own tie than someone else's and he's just about to the
point of saying, "We need to get Ginny or your mum, when his fingers decide to cooperate.
"There. Looks decent."
"Thanks, mate," Ron says, turning to look in the mirror. "You have the ring, right?"
Ron's only asked that question fifty-seven times so far today but as it's a huge day in Ron's life Harry has decided to cut him some slack and not be snarky about how many times Ron's asked. He just pasts his breast pocket. "Right here. Snug and secure." The ring had been stowed safely in a Hogsmeade vault until early this morning when Bill had met Harry there to retrieve it. Bill hadn't looked as though he was ready to be up yet and would have much preferred being snuggled down in bed, probably with his wife. Harry couldn't blame him there. He would have liked to been able to sleep in for at least a bit longer this morning as well.
Harry's returned to the window but almost immediately turns back again. "Just saw Dean Thomas so I think I'll go say hello."
"I'll be down in a few too, just want to comb my hair again. I really should have gotten a
haircut."
Knowing it's useless at this juncture to assure Ron his hair looks fine and no, he doesn't need another haircut when he just had one three days ago, Harry just nods and gives Ron a pat on the shoulder before heading out of the room and down the several flights of stairs. In the living room he has to maneuver around several others to get out the door but soon enough Harry's outside and fast approaching one of his former rooommates. "Dean!"
The two shake hands and stand talking for a short time before Dean moves on to talk to another old school chum. Harry checks the time, knowing that it's not all that long before he needs to make sure Ron's ready to get in place for the ceremony. He turns, searching to see of Ron's come out yet when his eyes land on someone. She's turned in her seat talking to someone behind her but Harry knows her so well that even from behind he recognizes Janine Fox. Hermione had said she would like to invite Janine as she'd been such good friends with all of them for so long but if Harry had a problem with it, she'd of course leave Janine off the guest list.
Although at times Harry thinks things between Janine and him are fully done and he's fine with it all, at other times he finds there's still a raw spot, usually when he’s heard she’s dating someone new. He wasn't going to appear small and petty though to Hermione, especially when things are going well between him and her future sister-in-law. Things are going so well with Ginny Harry often finds he has to remind himself why they ever broke up in the first place. Of course, if they hadn't ever gone separate ways, Harry would never have gotten involved with Janine, something that at the end of the day, he doesn't regret ever doing. So, Harry had told Hermione, "Of course invite Janine. She'd be hurt if you didn't."
Janine is sitting one seat in from the outside of a row so it's easy enough to approach her.
Harry reaches the chairs just as she's turning around to speak to the person occupying the
outermost seat. Her eyes land on Harry and her smile falters at first but seeing him looking pleased to see her, the smile steadies and grows. Harry puts out a hand to her. "Janine, it's really good to see you. You look wonderful."
She takes his hand as if to shake but then stands and pulls him into a brief embrace. "Hello, Harry. You're looking well. How's Ron faring?"
'He's good but nervous he's going to mess up."
"I think everyone has that worry, stumbling over vows or missing a cue or something. Have you ever met, Simon Beauchamps?" She asks, turning to indicate the man with her who now rises, his hand meeting Harry's for a firm shake.
To the man she says, "Honey, this is Harry Potter."
Harry is looking at Simon but replies to Janine‘s question, "No, I don't believe we've met though you've mentioned Simon last time we ran into each other. It's good to meet you, Simon."
Simon cordially nods at Harry, “It’s very nice to meet you too, Harry.”
"Simon and I are engaged." Janine holds up her hand to show off her ring.
Harry says in all honesty, "Congratulations! That's great. I'm really happy for you, Janine. You've got yourself one of the best, Simon."
Harry nods towards the back of the marquee. "Arthur Weasley is giving me a wave. I think that means it's time to Ron and I get into place. I'll see you later at the reception."
Walking back toward the Burrow where Arthur is standing, Harry finds that the raw spot with Janine is totally gone. No pangs of jealousy. No wounded feeling. Nothing but genuine happiness that Janine is doing well and has found someone to make a commitment with. Harry takes a deep breath and lets it out in a rush as the meaning of this hits him. Now he can truly move on with Ginny. He had thought he was ready for that but only now does he understand that he'd had a small barrier still to cross that is now removed. With a sudden burst of energy, Harry has an urge to leap in the air though settles for bounding up the stairs two at a time to Ron's room.
Bursting in he finds Ron still fiddling with hair and tie. Harry can’t help but grin more. He grabs Ron by the arm and steers him out of the room. "Time to go. Yes, I have the ring. No, you won't screw up. Remember to breath."
Unresisting, Ron allows Harry to guide him out of the Burrow, returning Harry's grin, nervously at first but then as they near the tent under which the ceremony is taking place, the nervousness seems to melt away. Ron looks confident and extremely happy. All is right with the world, at least for today. Harry pats his breast pocket and nods as they wait for the cue to get into the positions rehearsed yesterday.
Here Comes the Bride
Author: Hermione Granger
Date: 05-03-11 18:45
Hermione stood in front of a full-length mirror in Ginny's old room. She gazed at her reflection and saw a beautiful, young woman gazing back at her. The woman wore a white, strapless gown with a sweetheart neckline. Silver beadwork ran below her bust. Her skirt wasn't very full, but it cascaded smoothly to her feet.
Hermione didn't usually consider herself a beautiful woman. Somewhat pretty, perhaps, but not a true beauty. Seeing herself now felt like looking at a completely different person, but the woman in the reflection had her brown eyes and her smile.
She wore her hair down. Like the skirt of her gown it was smooth, but Hermione had placed loose curls in it. She'd clipped part of it back so that it didn't fall into her face.
She met the eyes of Molly and Ginny through the mirror.
"What do you think?"
"You look absolutely gorgeous," Molly gushed.
"Ron won't be able to take his eyes off of you," Ginny said, snapping a photo as she did.
There was a soft knock on the door.
"Is everybody decent?" Sirius called out.
"Yes, come in," Molly said.
Sirius opened the door and glanced at Hermione as she turned around to greet him.
"Wow, you look amazing."
"Thanks," she said.
"It's time. Are you ready?"
"Am I ever," Hermione replied.
Molly quickly helped her with her veil, and Ginny handed her a bouquet of white and purple tulips. Then, Hermione took Sirius' arm and allowed him to lead her downstairs and outside to the marquee.
Hermione was ever-so-grateful that Sirius had offered to walk her down the aisle in lieu of her father, who had been dead for nearly four years now.
They stopped behind the others in the bridal party, who were all queued up and ready to enter the marquee. The murmur of conversation inside the tent died when the first notes of the Muggle classical piece Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring by Johann Sebastian Bach sounded.
Larkin and Miranda, in springlike purple dresses, were urged to begin the procession. As they walked, they distributed flower petals on the carpet that ran the length of the aisle.
Next came Schuyler as the ring bearer.
Following Charlie's eldest son came Blossom, then Majandra, and finally Ginny to join the three groomsmen, Fred, George and Harry, waiting up front with Ron.
Now it was time for the bride to make her entrance.
Hermione and Sirius exchanged smiles and then stepped into the tent.
Mister and Missus
Author: Ron Weasley
Date: 05-04-11 15:25
Seeing Hermione as she walked down the aisle with Sirius as escort all of Ron’s worries about screwing something up faded away as if they’d never been. Everything was perfect… she was perfect. Once Hermione was by his side Ron had whispered, “You are beautiful.” The radiant expression she beamed at him in response made her even more so.
The ceremony itself went as it should, Ron making it through his vows without stumbling or messing up some other way. Bill read a verse. Charlie, who has a decent voice, sang. Percy and his wife Audrey, so as not to leave her out as she’s family now as well, read another verse together. Ron was aware of all these things taking place but only in a vague sense. His entire focus was on Hermione. He’d taken his eyes off her only when necessary, like glancing down at her hands to slip the ring on her finger.
Although the ceremony did not last all that long, Ron felt as if ages and ages passed before the words, “I now pronounce you husband and wife,” were proclaimed. Ron was already moving in for a kiss when, “You may now kiss your bride,” was said to him.
After they’d gone down the aisle together there’d been posing for a few photographs as the reception got underway. With the wedding outdoors instead of a formal sit down meal Hermione and Ron had opted for a more informal buffet. The food is under a much smaller marquee while the larger one used for the ceremony now has tables and a dance floor. A band began setting up as soon as the way was clear to do so, the stage area located where Hermione and Ron so recently exchanged vows.
Even though the reception is more of an informal one, there’s still a head table and here before long the wedding party will gather there and there will be a call for everyone’s attention so that toasts might be made. Ginny and Harry have both been tapped to give speeches with toasts as they are the maid of honor and best man. Ron doesn’t know what Ginny’s planning but Harry said he’d be brief. He thinks that’s more for Harry’s sake, not wanting to do public speaking, than it is out of any thoughts on courtesy to allow people to get back to the celebration.
As Carys Hanham-Beauvais asks that all the family members assemble for a photo, Hermione nudges Ron and says quietly in his ear, “I don’t know about you, Mr. Weasley, but I’m looking forward to Hawaii.”
Ron gives a shrug. “Didn’t I tell you, Mrs. Weasley? The Muggle inn over to Ottery St. Catchpole was offering free Easter chocolates to guests checking in by three so I changed the honeymoon plans.”
Hermione laughs. “All, Percy, what have you done with the real Ron?”
Percy, who’s just joined the growing group for the family photographs hears his name. “What? Huh??
Ron shakes his head and tells his brother, “Nothing. Just a private joke between me and the wife.”
Percy looks quizzically at them then turns away, listening as Carys gives the group instructions. Hermione and Ron just keep grinning. Finally Carys tells the couple, “I’ll take come candids around the reception for a little while.”
There are still photos to be taken of the bride and groom cutting the cakes, sipping champagne together, of the toasts being made, Hermione and Ron dancing, and that sort of thing. For the time being though, they have guests to greet. Ron’s never felt so popular in his life and he owes it all to Hermione.
Wedding Photographer
Author: Carys
Date: 05-04-11 19:09
Carys roved around the inside of the beautifully decorated marquee, pausing at each table to photograph the wedding guests as they wined and dined. She wasn't quite sure how she came to land such an important job, but she was thankful nonetheless for the opportunity.
She had gone to Hogwarts with the bride and groom and been in the same house, but she hadn't run in their circle. Ron and Hermione had been fifth years when Carys had started at Hogwarts. She'd only had a vague sense of who they were back then, but that was only because they were best friends with the famous Harry Potter. If not for his celebrity status, Carys probably wouldn't have known them at all.
The wizard in question was, of course, at the wedding. Carys wondered if he still received the same attention today that he'd gotten while the Dark Lord still lived. She hadn't really seen his face in The Daily Prophet all that much in recent years, with the exception of a blurb earlier this month about the fifth anniversary of the Dark Lord's death.
Carys had been pregnant five years ago. She had no regrets about having Tristan, even though she'd been young and couldn't graduate from Hogwarts as a result. Having witnessed the lovely wedding ceremony today, however, caused Carys to feel as if she'd missed something. She knew very well that some people had children first and then got married, but she did like the idea of doing it the other way around too.
There was something about marrying the love of one's life and getting to spend time together, just as husband and wife. And then, when the time was right, the family could grow.
Carys couldn't imagine a life without Tristan and would be happy to have him attend any future wedding she might have. It was nothing more than a fantasy at the moment, though. She wasn't seeing anybody and didn't have any marriage prospects in sight––as far as she knew, anyway.
She continued in her task, photographing everybody and everything so that Ron and Hermione would have a thorough memento from their wedding day.