itwasblueandpink,bothinterriblygarishshades,andbothwouldshterriblywithginny’shair.arosstheroomfromthem,fleurwaslookingveryross,beauseshehadbeentryingtopawnoffsomeofthepreviouslyruinedandnowrepaireddeorationsthatwouldhavebeenusedattheendofherownweddingreeption,haditnotbeeninterruptedbythedeatheatertakeoveroftheministry,andlunahadsaidthatshewouldneverhavesomethingsoshinyatherownwedding,thatitwouldattrattoomanymagialbugsthatnooneintheroomhadheardofbefore.

“don’tworry.”heouldfeheadaheswellingupbehindhistemples.nowthathispotionswerewindingdown,hewasdesperatelyinneedofaprojet,buthethinksheouldhavefoundaneasierone.“i’lltalktoher.”

theygethomete,aftertheolorshemehadmadeitsfinalhangetoolorsthatwerelesspainfultotheeyes,aftertheyhadonvinedlunatomakeanappoitobefittedforanatualweddingdress,andafterginnyhadpikedaakeandhargeddraowiththetaskofgoingtoorderit.andgodhelpyouifthere’sasinglefrostedroseoutofpe,shehadsaid,whihwasmuhlessfrighteningthanhemighthavefounditafewmonthsagobutstillworrisome.

“merlin,anyoubelieveallthat?”harrywasyankinghisjumperupoverhisheadwhilewalkingatthesametime,andhestumbledoverthekithenhairthathehadleftpushedoutintheentrhatm,thenwalkingonlikehehadn’t.“bloodyhell,there’ssomuh,andhandwritteninvitations,lord,i’llbestuffingallthoseintoenvelopesforhourswhileyouwritethem,won’ti?”hisheadpopsintosightagainandhesmiles.“goodthingilikeyousomuh.”

draoisn’tsurewhyithitshimatthatmoment,really,butashe’slookingathim,itourstohimthathereallyhadmeantwhathehadsaidtheothernight.this,evenifharryreallyhadmovedonfrombeingahero,w