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[hazy_reflection]

The Woman of His Dreams
by
Lita Reenā
begun
1 September 2005 @ 1:55am

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'Breathe. Just breathe.'

It was the only thing he'd been able to think for the past ten minutes. Really, it had been the only thing he'd been able to think to himself for the past ten months. They say that most grooms get nervous on their wedding day. He hadn't believed them at first. Honestly, though? Who gets nervous at the thought of marrying the woman of his dreams? Still, his nerves were a wreck, and for one brief moment he even considered getting a drink to calm them. She'd kill him if she smelled alcohol on his breath while he said his vows though. What bride wouldn't? He grinned at the thought.

"I can't believe she picked me," he uttered quietly, talking to the mirror, which, oddly enough, didn't talk back. It really wasn't that odd, though. They had decided to have an entirely non-magical wedding, to celebrate the reintegration of magic and Muggles. So, they hired a wedding coordinator, a lovely woman by the name of Janice Everly, and had everything done as normal, non-magical people would have. It was highly entertaining for them, and though it took longer than it would have had they done it all with magic, they enjoyed it nonetheless.

His dark hair hung over wide, unblinking eyes, hair that should have been cut and done up gentleman-like for the wedding, but she had said that she liked it better in his eyes. Something about making him seem more mysterious, even though she knew everything about him. Standing to his full height, he stared himself down in the mirror, hopping lightly from foot to foot as the time grew closer. Finally, his best man walked into the room with a lopsided grin.

"It's time, mate. You ready?"

He had chosen his best friend to be his best man, knowing full well that his buddy would never pass up the chance to humiliate him with the obligatory toast during the dinner festivities after the wedding ceremony. The both of them were straightening their tuxes as they walked toward the door, grinning at each other as they walked down the hall and finally out a small, lone door. And there they stood with the other four groom's men, at the front of a church packed full of guests--some magical, some muggle--all of them talking and conversing with each other as if they had known each other for years, even though some of them had only just met there in the church.

A grin crossed the groom's face as the music changed, and the bride's maids walked down the aisle, the first four dressed in gowns of a light, minty green, flowing lightly around their legs as they walked down the middle of the church, and then the fifth, her Maid of Honour, draped in a slightly darker shade of green, but still looking lovely. Finally, the music changed once more, and the congregation stood as the doors at the back of the church closed, holding for a few seconds, and then opening to reveal the most stunning woman he had ever seen. He had to do a double take, realising that the angel down the aisle was his fiancée, the woman who would be his wife in less than an hour's time.

As she walked slowly down the aisle, one arm carrying her bouquet, the other draped through the arm of the man walking beside her, he could see her smile through the veil, eyes shining brightly--eyes that shone only for him. The two reached the end of the walk, and the priest spoke the opening words of the ceremony.

"Who gives this woman?"

The bride's escort nodded with a smile that was a mix of sadness and happiness all in one.

"I do."