crashing down // Fred Weasley

"I really, very much do"

The setting was absolutely beautiful. The marquee was extraordinary, it was home to many many golden row chairs set out evenly either side of a large purple carpet leading all the way through the tent and up to the alter. Fred and George were both typing grand golden balloons to the arch with their wands, peaceful smiles devouring both their faces.

Sophie was dressed in a beautiful white dress, similar to the dress she had wore at the Yule ball, the only other dress she had wore, by choice. There were long transparent, velvet sleeves lying on her pale arms, flowers caressing the chest and the bottom was silk white puffed out perfectly. Her hair was in a low, thick fishtail plait some curly ends sticking out and framing her face. She had minimum makeup, a bright gloss on her lips and a dark mascara over her eye lashes, completed with the most beautiful smile.

She was stood outside in the front staring into the tree's as the wind attacked her face softly, she sighed deeply only wondering whether Mason was still out there, somewhere. She had a horrible feeling in her stomach but once she heard the laugh of familiar, happy voices from a far behind she shook off the feeling remembering what a wonderful day today would be.

Her eyes closed slowly, her mind drifted from outside the burrow to somewhere in the forest. She didn't know exactly where it was at first but she remembered last minute that it was where she had last seen her friend but before she could get the image out of her head her feet left the floor. Her back twisted and her face crumpled, her eyes felt like they were being pushed far back into her head and her arms were stretching and thrashing violently almost feeling as if they were ripping from their places.

Her stomach turned, as if rolling down a large hill at full speed with no sign of stopping until. Until it did. Her feet found the floor again and she almost tripped at the impact. A branch snapped further ahead but she didn't seem to take note.

Her hands clutched the nearest thing she could find, a dark wrinkled tree trunk laying still on the floor. She sat down incredibly slow onto the wood and held a hand over her mouth in attempt to stop the vomit from escaping. Swallowing quickly she sighed deeply to view her surroundings.

She was in fact where she had visualised. Proud of herself for finally apparating she stood once more, the horrible feeling of nausea had gone. She wasn't too far from the Burrow, she could still hear the shouts between Charlie and Bill across the yard.

Standing from her seat she brushed off her dress and headed back to the house. It didn't take long to get back, but when she did she was met with Fred and George running away from a very angry Ginny in the front yard.

"Get back here you toe rags!" She yelled pointing a warning finger but with a pop they both disappeared. "Ugh you horrible gits!"

Sophie chuckled to herself and wrapped an arm around the girls shoulder as they walked back into the house to help Molly prepare the food. "Insufferable," Sophie agreed.

Helping Molly was the hardest of task they had faced all day. She was on top of everything meaning she was also on everyone's back. Soon after finishing setting up tables ( Ginny and Sophie careful not to spill anything over their dresses) Molly had left to change herself.

Guests had started arriving, most of the golden chairs occupied family members of the Delecours, there were most order members, friends and distant family members of the Weasleys. Remus and Bill had left to stand upon the alter, beside best man Charlie and Harry.

Ginny, and Gabrielle were ready to walk as bridesmaids, beautiful lilies the colour of gold and yellow in their hands. Sophie was waiting behind for a fashionably late Sirius Black who was still nowhere to be seen, taking up the duty of walking down the isle along side him.