RP: The Reception
Characters: Astoria Greengrass, Theodore Nott, possibly Draco Malfoy and Delilah Montague Place: the Greengrass manor Timeline: Theirs. That weird one that moves quickly. Date: early July 1999 Summary: The wedding that she wishes wasn't. Or more accurately, the reception.
Astoria's feet hurt, and there was nothing she could do about it. She wanted to take her shoes off, but that was hardly proper and so she had to settle for sitting down as much as she could.
The wedding had passed in a blur, and not in a good way. She barely remembered saying the words that would make her Draco's wife; all she could think about was how wonderful Theo looked and how she wished he wasn't there with her. Bitch.
Actually, come to think of it, she was surprised that she hadn't said Theo's name during the vows. Merlin, that would've caused a scandal for sure.
So here she was, at the reception of her wedding that she could barely remember, sitting at the head table with one shoe off underneath and rubbing her foot. Luke was on his way over to claim her for a dance, though, and so she slid her shoe back on and stood, one hand brushing unconsciously over the barely noticeable (although not in this gown- at least not to sight) swell of her stomach, heading for her brother and smiling at him as she allowed him to sweep her out onto the floor.