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R E Q U E S T E D

FEMALE POV:

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You feel your nerves beginning to settle in as you grab the rest of your luggage from the taxi, excited for the upcoming week, and your best friend's wedding.

You and Lennon have known each other for all the seven years you've attended Hogwarts, one of the only people you haven't lost touch with even after graduation.

Even with the different job careers, the influx of your mingling with the muggle world, and the constant change of romantic partners over the years - the two of you have always made time for each other.

You didn't hesitate when she asked you to be her maid of honor, having orchestrated the entire arrangement and proposal with her beloved soon-to-be-husband, Oliver Wood.

You smooth your hair, in nervous habit, as you walk into the large hotel, where you run into your best friend as soon as the doors begin to swing.

Her arms are already open, as if she knew you'd be walking through those doors at those exact moments and the two of you embrace. "Y/n," she calls, and both of you fall into laughter, as if you hadn't seen each other a couple weeks prior to this.

As you fall from the embrace, you can't help but notice the light in your best friend's eyes, "Lennon, how are you feeling?"

"I'm beyond happy, you don't understand how ready I am to be marry Oliver," she beams as you wave your wand and your suitcases begin to follow behind you.

"I cannot believe the two of you rented out this entire resort," you shake your head, in complete and total awe.

"Well, with his Quidditch career and my wand-making - we were basically set," she shrugs her shoulders casually as you head together to the front desk to check in.

"Your taste was always -"

"Extravagant, and I wouldn't have her any other way," a loud voice finishes the rest of your sentence, and laughing at the familiar tone you turn around to greet Oliver, as he wraps his arm around her waist, and pulling her in for a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Lovely to see you again y/n," Oliver smiles, engaging in a quick conversation as the receptionist reaches to grab your information and keycard.

"How have you been Oliver? Are you bargaining with cold feet yet?" You joke at the strong couple, having been together for eight years.

"Absolutely not," he laughs and his expression turning tender as he glances at Lennon.

You remember in your fourth year at Hogwarts when Oliver first approached you to ask about Lennon. For someone who was so well-known and sought-after, he was flustered and at a loss about what he could do to impress her, or how to even talk to her. It was almost insufferable to see his attempt at small conversations with her, but you couldn't help but feel endured by his effort - and you weren't the only one. So, you stepped in to give him some help, some advice, and little tidbits about your bestfriend that he could use to help his situation. Needless to say, even without your intervention, it would have worked.

Lennon told you about the first time Oliver came up to her over some butterbeer, and she couldn't stop smiling. He believed that he was unsuccessful at his beginning attempts, but it only endeared your bestfriend more - and she never did seem to shut up about him after that. It only took them four months before they started dating, and your two worlds became intermingled. You were inducted into their crowd, their friends, their plans and it was all such a wonderful experience.