There was no hiding her excitement to being invited for William and Fleur's wedding ceremony. Concealing your emotions when they commonly dictate the appearance of your physical form it quite an impossible desire. Thankfully the obnoxious shade of violet hair that currently dawned her head was not something that the young witch found uncomfortable. In fact, it complimented rather nicely with the black, strapless, dress and signature, combat, boots that she had decided to wear to this occasion.
Was it considered rude to wear black to someone's wedding? Oh, well, hopefully no one would be offended.
While keeping in stride with her God-Mother and former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, the young woman of violet and black bounced happily on her heels. The scenery that came into view was outstandingly beautiful, she couldn't believe her golden eyes. The Weasley Burrow was heavily decorated with all sorts of items, a large tent rising from their backyard and she could already smell the heavenly aromas building within Molly's kitchen.
It didn't take much longer till she happened to find the matching red heads off in the distance. Fred and George Weasley were together, as always, idly wandering the area around the massive tent. Turning to her elders for a brief moment, she motioned to the Weasley twins.
"May I go and see them?" She asked, hopefully.
Nymphodora laughed, "Of course Jay. I don't see why not?"
Out of politeness, Jaydora waited till her former professor answered as well. Unlike her God-Mother, Lupin seemed a tad conflicted at the idea. It wasn't until he mentioned Nymphodora's pregnancy that Jaydora understood. His fear wasn't for Jaydora seeing her dear friends, but more specifically their habits of shared trickery. As anyone knows, stress for a pregnant woman has the potential be very dangerous. Even a simple, seemingly harmless prank could bring about complications for Nymphodora. Being her loyal and devoted husband, Lupin merely wanted Jaydora to understand the situation.
"I don't want to see any trickery around us alright?"
Jaydora promised, her honest smile easily disarming Lupin's worries. Such as a Hufflepuff.
"Alright then, go ahead and say your greetings. Tonks and I will be in the Burrow if you happen to need us," Lupin explained.
"Okay," Jaydora smiled. She quickly hugged her God-Mother before hurrying down towards the tent.
In the background a conversation between Nymphodora and Lupin went amiss to her ears.
"She'd make an excellent God-Mother, y'know?" Tonks suggested.
"Love," Lupin frowned. "She's only twenty."
His wife only laughed, gently bringing a hand to his scruffy cheek. "What does that matter, love?"
Age was but a number. Besides her husband, Nymphodora trusted no one else but her God-Daughter. She believed that Jaydora would make a great God-Mother to their child. "Just think if our child is a Metamorphmagus as well?" Tonks reasoned, suggesting a possible outcome. "They would have so much in common and could easily get along with each other."
Lupin saw no reason to rush the decision. "You're only a month along, love. Just relax. We have plenty of time to make this choice."
Tonks wasn't budging on her opinion, but she allowed the conversation to rest for now. While Jaydora could be seen off in the distance, Tonks and Lupin headed inside the Burrow, finding a series of greetings awaiting them.
* * *
She ran as quickly as her boots could carry her. Jaydora's heavy feet began to tire just before arriving at the twin's sides. Desperately reaching out towards them, Jaydora latched onto each of their sleeves, nearly bringing them to topple over onto her. Thankfully their heights allowed for them to remain balanced, and Jaydora used them for support, her body already exhausted from the run. While she panted heavily, head downcast and body practically shaking, the grip she held on their sleeves stayed strong. Jaydora's violet hair formed a curtain as she gathered her breath, lungs burning painfully.
Finally she regained her composure, lifting her head and bringing golden eyes to the twins. A large smile plastered across her plush lips, lightly painted lavender. Jaydora was an avid fan of colored lip-gloss. With out stretched arms, Jaydora brought the brothers into a shared embrace. Her arms wrapped tightly around their waists and her head buried on their chests. It felt wonderful to hold them again, to feel their warmth and damn did they smell good!
Jaydora's friendship with the Weasley twins was remarkably strong. Considering they came from different houses and had formally been on rival Qudditch teams, these three were practically inseparable.
A few days ago she had visited them, but the aura had been anything but happy at this arrival. She had been called for a serious injury sustained to George's ear. It had been cursed and she worked for hours to prevent further damage. As a skilled Herbologist and professionally trained Healer, the wound to George's ear was treatable. Although now he has a to live day-to-day with a disfigured ear canal, at least it's still perfectly functional.
Remembering that night had almost dropped Jaydora's present smile. It remained, however, when she pulled away from the brothers and saw their handsome faces. A small bandage was wrapped around George's temple and covered his ear, but damn the Gods if he didn't still look charming as ever.
"Why look at you two," Jaydora cheered, motioning to them with both hands. "Quite the lady-killers, huh? Looking really handsome, boys~"
Indeed they did look marvelous. Very dashing in nearly matching outfits with only different color ties to signal a separation in them. Jaydora didn't require the ties to know the differences in her friends. It hadn't been an easy adventure, but along the years with them, she developed a system for telling them apart. Their smiles was a key factor is decoding their identical appearances. Fred's was a straight alignment, while George's was slightly crooked to the side. Not to pick favorites, but Jaydora always found George's more sincere and quite sexy.
"Are you excited for your brother?" She asked, moving between them and taking an arm from each side. "He's getting married! Can you believe it! His wife is really beautiful. She's French right?" Jaydora was well known for her gift of the gab. Not that there's anything wrong with being talkative, it's just rare to find in most women and not have it be annoying. As a typical Hufflepuff, Jaydora's friendly and outgoing personality had made her popular during Hogwarts.
A few French women, presumably Fleur's sisters and cousins, began walking around the tent. Jaydora couldn't deny that they were beautiful. Perfect women in all aspects. Lovely blond hair, striking eyes and flawless skin.
Why couldn't she have that?
Slightly crestfallen at the other women's arrival, Jaydora tightened her hold on the brothers, afraid to let them go. Despite not being able to see herself in the same light, Jaydora was an attractive woman in her own right. Her colorful hair was still violet, bringing attention to the unnatural golden eyes she had inherited from being a Metamorpmagus and there wasn't a single blemish to found on her fair skin. The choice of dress she had selected complimented her frame perfectly. Bringing attention to the hour-glass figure of her body and the bodice tightened at her modest bust. Without straps to interfere with, Jaydora's hair hung freely along both shoulders. She always wore a black ribbon around her neck, as a collar, which held a sliver heart shaped locket in the middle.
Inside the locket were magical pictures of her mother and father on one side, the other had Nymphodora and Lupin's wedding photograph. This was perhaps her most sentimental belonging in the world. She never went without it. Her wrists were decorated with two matching, plain, sliver bracelets. The dress dropped to the ground, but didn't touch thanks to her boots which were hidden behind the fabric.
"So, how's your ear doing, Georgie?" Jaydora suddenly brought attention to his injury. "Any complications?"
Always a nurse first, haha.
* * *
England was such a drastic change from his beloved Romania. The landscapes were so different, not to mention the oblivious lack of dragons riding freely among the skies and grazing along the lands. Still, with all that's missing, England would always be his home. The Burrow hadn't change, he thought upon arrival at the old building. Though he stood from a distance on the hills just before the Burrow, the view he found was welcoming. Collections of people, some family and others strangers, were moving around the ground. A large tent had risen in the background with lights brightening up the skies.
This was his home. Today his elder brother would be marrying the love of his life. That struck this brother with a slight discomfort. Marriage has never been an interest of his. As their mother would often say at family celebrations:
"Charlie is more concerned with dragons than women."
How right she was, even to this day. The second eldest man of the Weasley clan, Charlie Weasley, has never held a desire with women. Sure he dated now and then during the past or while enrolled at Hogwarts, but nothing serious ever came out those unions. Romance complicated his dreams of being a Dragon Trainer and since accomplishing his training in Romania, the appeal of women became even less significant. Rather than seeking out his 'one-true-love' in life, Charlie would rather ride dragons in the skies.
Leaving Romania had not been an easy decision, but family always came first in his heart. Missing out on William's wedding would have been terrible. So upon the news of his invitation, Charlie quickly sorted out his affairs in Romania and traveled to England. At his arrival, Charlie found memories flooding his mind. Playful antics of his siblings, most of them focused on Fred and George. Family holiday celebrations and such, he had missed them.
Hopeful at the reunion awaiting him, Charlie walked home, a single bag at his side. Charlie's signature red hair made him blend perfectly in the family once he came to the front doorway. He found his mother busy in the kitchen, Fred and George were at the mercy of some colorful young woman and his living room was filled to the seams with crowds of people. Charlie desperately tried to find his father, but to no avail. After dropping his bags off in what used to be his old room, the tall Weasley lad continued to wander around the property.
When a member of Fleur's family, or so he figured, guided him to a room with other people, he didn't complain. However, this stranger brought Charlie to the company of another unknown person. A beautiful young woman with blond hair and dominate green eyes. Charlie had never seen eyes so dark. Charlie found himself awkwardly stuck with this woman, who had introduced herself to be Willow. A cute name.
She began a conversation, asking about his opinion concerning the happy couple. His brother and Fleur were a match made in the heavens. No one could deny the attraction between them, it was unmistakable. While happy for his brother, Charlie could never picture himself following suit in the wedding traditions. They just seemed so foreign to him.
"Oh, yes," he answered Willow awkwardly.
The back of his hand went to his neck, rubbing the area nervously. Speaking with women was never a comfortable situation for this Weasley male. He preferred the company of men or dragons, yes, dragons were the best.
Of course he didn't want to come across rude, so he tried to engage her in conversation.
"Are you a member of the bride's family or a friend of the Weasley family?" Charlie inquired, fretting with the long bangs attempting to fall in front of his amber eyes. The room was bustling with conversations from all sorts of people. It made Willow's voice a tad difficult to hear. Charlie suggested they go outside and he escorted her to the backyard, holding the door open till she made her passage through.
"Sorry about that," he apologized, closing the door behind him. "I couldn't hear properly in there."
Charlie and Willow were welcomed by a cool breeze sweeping across the land. It chilled the tense muscles along Charlie's shoulders and upper back. His work with dragons left him with several damages to the skin, mainly his arms. But dressed in such formal attire, the black suit and white tie, none of them were even noticeable. Aside from a small scar next to his right eyebrow, Charlie was a picture perfect example of a handsome gentleman. Clean shaven, neatly combed hair and even clean nails. Surprising when you consider he's often around nothing but forests.
Charlie could overhear Fred and George in the background, along with company of someone else's voice. He decided to look over and saw them with a woman of strange hair. At first he almost wondered if that was Nymphodora Tonks, a member of the Phoenix that he had met several years ago. However, this woman was much too short to be her. Realizing with a frown that he was forgetting his own company, Charlie sighed, turning back to Willow and attempted to smile.
"I'm sorry for being so distracted. I haven't been home in years." Charlie tried to relax under her presence. "I train dragons in Romania. That country has been my home for over ten years, I don't visit home often."