Pansy could not believe it. She looked out of the open window, stretching one hand out of hit to feel the raindrops falling on her hand. It was truly raining on her wedding day. How was it possible? In the middle of August? How could this be happening?
"It will be okay!" Millicent said.
Pansy just glared at her. "Okay? The wedding was supposed to be outside. Longbottom Hall is not big enough to hold the wedding inside the main house. They don't have a room large enough. That's why it was supposed to be outside. And now, now it's raining. 16 months of planning to end up raining.
"We are witches and wizards, we can put weather-controlling charms on the garden..." Hermione offered.
"No... the magical dome retains all the humidity... everyone will feel too hot." She was pacing around, on the little lace robe.
"Let's postpone it one hour... get the elves to serve drinks and food and hope the rain will stop," Daphne said, holding her oldest friends by the hands to stop her.
"And during this hour, you get a relaxing bath and a massage!" Millie added, pulling the bride to the large bathroom in one of the guest bedrooms of Longbottom Manor.
One hour later, the rain was still falling. And everything was even worse because now the grass was drenched and so were the paths in the beautiful green grounds. "Hermione, can you go tell Neville I want to speak with him?"
"Before the wedding? Isn't that against tradition?" The Gryffindor asked.
"Granger, if I was following the tradition I would not have been living with Neville under the same roof for so long. Go get him!" And Pansy was stressed, she had not called Hermione by her last name in years, not since their last year at Hogwarts.
Neville appeared a few minutes later, the girls disappeared, and it was just the two of them. "You look beautiful, love. I can't wait to see you in your gown. Do you need me to tie some ribbons?"
Pansy shook her head, looking out of the window. "It's raining..."
"Yes. Grandma is telling everyone how somewhere on the continent it's told that a wet wedding is a blessed wedding. That when it rains it's even more special." He said moving close and kissing her forehead.
"So, you don't want to postpone until next weekend?"
"No, my love. We're getting married today. We're becoming husband and wife today!" He assured. "The boys and I have a plan in motion. Don't worry. We will have a perfect wedding!"
"But the grounds are drenched... Parkinson Manor would be big enough, we are already having the wedding reception there. But the bonding ceremony should take place on the husband's estate." She explained. It had been her plan. Her wonderful plan that took 16 months to conclude. "I want it to be here, Nebbie!"
"And it will be... trust me, my favourite flower..." He whispered, his thumb stroking the inside of her left forearm. Pansy nodded, hugging him tightly. "Now, sweetheart, you look beautiful, but I can't wait to see you all dolled up, I'll send my Patronus when everything is ready."
Pansy watched him go. He had something planned, she knew that tone on his voice. His 'everything is under control' voice. So, Pansy got dressed and charmed her makeup and hair, again, with the help of her bridesmaids. It was still raining. But she trusted him, if he had found a good alternative, she would follow him. With all her magic. Till the end of the world.
She followed the flower path and the music outside, an aisle had been dried and covered in a myriad of colourful petals and it led to the Greenhouse. Pansy laughed, of course, they would end up marrying in a Greenhouse. Where it all started for them. She should have known. And she should have thought about it when she was planning this grand event.
