"Can I call you Tori? You know Tori, I'm a great friend."
"I don't get it, why are you being nice to me?"
"Maybe I don't want to see you friendless."
When Victoria Silvers, who comes from a long line of Slytherins, is sorted into Gryffindor her life...
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Three o'clock on the following afternoon found Tori brushing through her hair frantically. She smoothed out her dress and glanced out the window of Ginny's room. Outside was the great white marquee in the orchard, awaiting the arrival of the wedding guests.
A host of white-robed waiters had arrived an hour earlier, along with a golden jacketed band, and all of these wizards were currently sitting a short distance away under a tree. Tori could see a blue haze of pipe smoke issuing from the spot.
The entrance to the marquee revealed rows and rows of fragile golden chairs set on either side of a long purple carpet. The supporting poles were entwined with white and gold flowers. Fred and George had fastened an enormous bunch of golden balloons over the exact point where Bill and Fleur would shortly become husband and wife. Outside, butterflies and bees were hovering lazily over the grass and hedgerow.
Tori fastened her shoes on and began to walk down the stairs of the Burrow. She could hear the twins talking to Harry, who was disguised as "Barry" one of the many Weasley cousins, and Ron, most likely complaining about the heat. As Tori began to descend closer to the floor, their voices began to get clearer.
"When I get married," Fred was saying, tugging at the collar of his own robes, "I won't be bothering with any of this nonsense. You can all wear what you like, and I'll put a full Body Bird Curse on Mum until it's all over."
Tori couldn't help but smile as she came down the stairs. "Well speak of the devil," George chuckled, looking at her.
Fred turned towards George's eye-line, setting his eyes on Tori. Her dress was a dark color of pink that went a little past her knees. Her dark hair was curled and put half up. He couldn't take his eyes off of her.
Fred opened his mouth to say something when Molly came in. "What are you four doing in here?! Go bring the guest to their seats! Now!"
The four boys ran out and Tori laughed, following shortly after. When she left the house, Fred quickly caught up with her. "You look..."
"Would you say, 'average'?" Tori asked, a smile upon her face. Fred chuckled, shaking his head. "I would say gorgeous."
Tori blushed before grabbing his hand. "Come on, before your Mum murders us."
Brightly colored figures were appearing, one by one out of nowhere at the distant boundary of the yard. Within minutes a procession had formed, which began to snake its way up through the garden toward the marquee. Exotic flowers and bewitched birds fluttered on the witches' hats, while precious gems glittered from many of the wizards' cravats; a hum of excited chatter grew louder and louder, drowning the sound of the bees as the crowd approached the tent.
"Excellent, I think I see a few veela cousins," said George, craning his neck for a better look. "They'll need help understanding our English customs, I'll look after them..."
