Lacuna

chpt.29

The bells tolled and the chatter took place outside the room. Everything was black and dark colored, everyone was dressed in black. Head to toe. Cordelia looked around as she stood behind 3 pairs of familiar faces.

Pansy Parkinson and Theodore Knott.

Daphne Greengrass and Blaise Zabini.

Vivienne Burke and Adrian Pucey.

Everyone was in black.

Cordelia gulped staring ahead at the backs of her friends and family. A warm hand rested on her bare shoulder squeezing tightly. She turned her head slightly looking up.

"Can you believe it dear?" Hugh asked her. Cordelia furrowed her eyebrows at the shock of her father standing next to her live and well.

"What?"

"You're getting married Cory! My little daisy is getting married already!" He exclaimed happy as ever. She nodded and Cordelia gave him a sweet smile. He pecked her on the cheek and looped there arms together.

Cordelia looked down at herself to find herself the only one dressed in white. Typical for a bride but she felt so out of place. The roses she held in her hands were white as well.

"Dad...why is everything black?"

"What do you mean?" He simply asked looking down at her.

"My friends- everything is black." She stated looking around. Hugh looked around as well with confusion on his face. He smiled down at her.

"Everything is full of color! It's dashing really- you and your crafty skills, which you got from your mother!" He grinned down at her. Cordelia went to speak again but the doors swung open.

Edith went down the aisle first.

Soon followed by Pansy and Theo.

Next was Daphne and Blaise.

After them was Cordelias cousin, Vivienne and  Adrian.

The cousin she could've sworn had died in the war.

The doors stayed open and Cordelia clenched onto her roses that she held in her hand. The piano began to play and everyone stood to their feet staring at Cordelia.

She glanced around as her and her father took slow steps. No one had emotion. Everyone was emotionless.

Even her friends. As they stood at the altar lined up looking monotone as ever. She looked up at her father who stared blankly ahead as if someone had just sucked the soul from him.

She looked back ahead and her eyes fell on Draco who stood under the archway hand at his sides.

He seemed to be the only one showing emotion.

His eyes were red from the tears and his smile was small but promising. Cordelias eyes shifted and they on Hermione and Ron with a gap between them.

They stared blankly at Cordelia as if they were under some sort of trance. They looked like were under some curse. Cordelia stared at unable to break eye contact with Hermione.