The Marauders Era

Dress of your dreams

It was white. It was all white. It was a welcoming sight from all the dark colors she had been around the last week. Cream, ivory, champagne, blush, diamond, and of course pure white. It was like stepping into an alternative world where everything was brighter and happier than what one was used to.

This alternative universe had appeared in center London, in a luxurious wedding dress shop. The moment they had entered the boutique, the two adults had all but left Cassie standing at the entrance while they immediately started surveying the shop and looking at the dresses.

While Cerys was studying some mermaid dresses, Walburga looked at the big ball gowns or the ones one would call a princess dress. It seemed to Cassie that they had forgotten about the person whose main opinion counted the most, namely hers.

"Remember, the dress must be grand, more than beautiful, beyond breathtaking."

"I'm pretty sure if you go beyond breathtaking, you'll kill someone," Cassie mumbled lowly to herself. Whether they heard her or not, she wasn't sure, but her mother continued on her ramble before she concluded in.

"It must be the most magical thing they have ever seen. Cerys, can you imagine? We're planning the wedding all of the other wives are going to be talking about for years in jealousy," Walburga said as she clasped her hands together. "Everything can not be anything less than perfect."

"Hello, how can I help you?" A perky voice filled the room as a blonde woman appeared in front of Cassie.

"I- we have an appointment here today," Cassie said uncertainly as she shifted her sight between the blonde, Cerys and her mother. "Cassiopeia Black."

A smile spread across the woman's face. "You must be Cassiopeia, I assume. I'm Holly, and I'm your consultant for the day." She reached out a hand and shook Cassie's. "Why don't we find you someplace comfortable to sit, so we can find out what it is you're looking for." Holly Suggested.

"Sure." She quickly threw her mother a glance. "Mother."

Hearing her daughter, Walburga turned her gaze from the feather-filled dress and noticed the blonde woman with her. "You must be the consultant." Her heels clicked on the floor as she made her way over to the two. "I'm Cassiopeia's mother."

"I'm Holly. Nice to meet you." Holly smiled and offered her hand for the older woman to shake, only to receive a slightly distasteful glance. Retreating her hand, Holly turned to Cassie. "Well, let's find you somewhere to sit." She guided the girl through the boutique, with Walburga and Cerys following closely behind.

When the three females sat down on a couch, Holly turned to an assistant. "Would you mind fetching us a bottle of Champagne and some glasses?"

From the corner of her eyes, Cassie noticed her mother seemed slightly impressed, as she obviously hadn't thought they'd be serving something like that here.

"So." Holly turned to the trio, though her gaze was primarily set on Cassie. "Tell me about the wedding."

"It's at the start of August, so it's a summer wedding. The wedding will take place in a rented castle in Scotland, and well.. it is a big event."

Cassie couldn't mask the shocked expression that appeared as she heard her mother. A castle.. they rented a bloody castle. What in merlin's name are they doing?! Cassie thought to herself. There hadn't been any talk about the wedding around her since the summer, though considering she was away at school, she had no way to know just what the two women have planed.

"Do you have anything in mind?" Holly asked Cassie.

Now that was a good question.. she thought, though quickly remembering the several wedding magazines Cerys had given her the day before the ball. And considering she had nothing better to do, Cassie had spent a few hours flipping through the magazines studying the different dresses."Something timeless, not too over the top, and not too puffy."