For the last two years, Ominis Gaunt has plagued your mind. Ever since the disastrous events surrounding the Sallow family in 5th year, you two have grown close and relied on each other, creating an unbreakable bond as friends. But, despite your dee...
The afternoon reflected the same ambiance of last night. While it wasn't raining, the sky was overcast. Guests were already arriving and the cocktail hour prior to the ceremony was in full swing.
MC was getting ready for her big day in her room of Gaunt Manor. Some of the house elves were helping her dress while others were fixing her hair and makeup. After several minutes of tugging and poking, the elves made their departure from her room. One remained to put some final touches of lipstick on her.
"If Miss L/n would be so kind as to wait in the foyer after this, a footman will escort her towards the ballroom at the beginning of the ceremony."
"Thank you, Rina." MC tried to respond without moving her lips too much.
The elf hopped off of the vanity and left her alone in the room. She turned and examined herself in the full-length mirror.
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The Gaunts chose her dress, her bouquet, the decorations, everything. However, everything about their taste was untraditional: her dress was black with a matching black cape and veil. Her heels were also black with gold floral embellishments on the heel. Her hair was down in big loose waves and was paired with dark red lipstick and smokey eyeshadow.
As untraditional as the look was, she couldn't deny it: she felt beautiful.
Between the dark afternoon sky and her black dress, it was all the perfect characteristics of a funeral, not a wedding.
Though, she felt like she was walking to her death all the same.
The volume of the crowd outside in the gardens decreased as everyone made their way inside the ballroom at the sound of the quartet. She took a deep breath and grabbed her bouquet before exiting the bedroom.
She made it down to the foyer. The clacking of her heels on the marble floor echoed in the halls. It was suddenly so quiet.
She felt so alone.
A footman approached her. "Please follow me, ma'am."
He led her down several winding halls before finally stopping in front of a pair of massive mahogany double doors. He took the handle of one while another footman took the other.
"Ready, ma'am?"
She closed her eyes and gave one last exhale. She pictured Professor Fig, imagining he was right there next to her and about to walk her down the aisle.
She opened her eyes again and nodded from behind her black veil.
The servants swung the doors open and she about fell to her knees. There were hundreds of people, all there to witness her give herself up to the Gaunts. They all stood at the sight of her, and she slowly made her way down as the quartet played a rendition of "The Wedding March".
