In the end can they just pretend?
Ronald Weasley had hit rock bottom, his life as he knew it was over. He had lost everything. Well not everything, but it felt like the life he had imagined for himself was over. And his family wasn't helping him. Th...
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Ron was incredibly anxious from the moment he had awoken. His heart felt as though it was going to burst from how fast it was racing. His hands were clammy and shaky as he attempted to gain control over himself. Today marked the start of the four day wedding weekend he was about to attend. A wedding where he would 'know' people but have bad relationships with them. Where everyone else would be complete strangers to him. Where the only person he knew, the person who had invited him was barely someone he was close to. Everything about this long weekend felt like a mistake. Something he wished he could back out of, but it was too late. He had made a promise, one he did not intend to break.
Therefore, he touched the glowing invite with his suitcase in hand and allowed the Portkey to whisk him away and to the venue where he would be stuck. Hoping that everything did not end in a disaster. The pushing and pulling feeling of magical travel knocked into Ron hard and as he attempted to not make a fool of himself coming out of it, he could feel his anxiety building higher and higher. Especially upon noticing the large building he had turned up outside of.
It was clear that this was some sort of castle he was outside of. It had large tall walls detailing multiple levels. There was even a mote around the outside of the building and a little bridge to take you up into the main building itself. A strange looking man stood outside waiting upon those who were arriving. He did not look as though he was dressed like a usual wizard and Ron realised it was highly likely that he was indeed the muggle who owned the property they were currently stood upon.
"Welcome to Château de Lumeau. I am Lèon, Bride or Groom?" The man spoke with a heavy French accent and Ron had to stop and pause for a moment.
"Bride?" He questioned waiting to see the man's response.
"Perfect, come with me." Ron was gently lead through the entrance of the castle like building taking in just the extravagance around him, noting how different it was to anything he had ever been in. Not even Hogwarts had been like this castle. That was clearly built to be a School. This however, was clearly meant for the rich and wealthy and he felt very much as if he stuck out as he stood there. He had dressed himself well, but still felt undressed for the location.
"The bride's family are gathering in this drawing room." Lèon spoke and Ron only nodded in response, hoping that Claudia would be the other side to avoid the awkwardness that it would bring if she was not. The large wooden double door to the drawing room was open and Ron's eyesight though good enough to not need glasses was not well enough that he could clearly pick out the one person in the room he was likely to know. But he managed to brave it, walking through the doorway and into the room.
The reception to his arrival was quiet, as everyone seemed to be judging him, wondering who he was. Though as he got closer he was able to catch sight of the figure he was hoping to see. She had yet to see him, but he had spot Claudia with ease. Even though there was possibly 20 other people around him, his eyes easily found her. She stood slightly above an armchair bent over the person sat in it from behind. The person who was clearly the bride and the place he expected her to be in. The sudden stillness in noise would be enough to bring Claudia out of the private conversation she was clearly in and back to the rest of the room. The younger woman looking up to catch sight of the man who had just entered.
