That Special Day Date & Time: 14 October 2002 | late afternoon Post Type: RP Status: Closed: Complete Character(s): Lisa Turpin, Stephen Cornfoot, various NPCs Location:Tintagel Castle, Cornwall Summary: Lisa runs into Stephen at a wedding she's photographing. What she doesn't know is that Stephen is there for a very different reason.
Lisa hated weddings. Hated them. All the fuss and pomp and expense just for a few hours of partying? The actual ceremony piece was even worse. It was minutes sometimes, just so all of their family and friends and people they hadn't seen in decades could stare at two people as they kissed for the first time as an officially-connected couple. It was rather stupid. If she ever got married--and she highly doubted that would ever happen--she'd go small. Dad, Will and a few friends on the beach. Maybe not even that big. Maybe she'd just go to the Ministry.
But her dad wasn't feeling well--just a cold, he'd sworn, but he thought the family might assume the worst--and needed her to cover. For anyone else, she'd have turned them down flat. But this was her dad. Lisa wasn't ashamed to admit that she was still Daddy's little girl. She'd immediately taken the day off and presented herself to the bride. The girl hadn't been particularly happy at first, but then she realised having Lisa around was almost as good as having another bridesmaid to boss around. It was all Lisa could do to keep her mouth shut.
Thankfully, now they had a bit of a waiting game to play. It was still a half hour before the ceremony, and she'd taken more pictures of the bride and her entourage getting ready than she thought any one person could possibly want to look at. She excused herself and apparated with a loud crack out to the area where guests were being seated. She had to admit that they'd at least picked a nice spot; the castle ruins would have looked quite nice if they hadn't been marred by tents and folding chairs. The rain didn't help, either, though she was thankful they'd thought to have meticulous wards put up around the seating area. The water stopped a few metres above her head, rolling off to one side.
She smiled and snapped pictures of the guests, much more entertained by them than the actual wedding party. Some of the things the witches were wearing.... Well, she supposed they were all hoping to get a piece of the groomsmen or some other tuxedoed wizard. And with robes that revealing, she knew which piece they'd be getting.
Turning to move toward the back of the area, she was surprised to see someone she knew standing at the end of one row by himself. Tuxedoed, she noted, laughing to herself. She hoped he knew what he was in for. "Stephen Cornfoot," she said, walking up to him. It seemed she was destined to have many Cornfoots in her life this week. Somehow that thought helped her push away most of the awkwardness she might have otherwise felt in talking to an old schoolmate she hadn't seen in ages. "If I ever saw you any more, I might have suggested we meet somewhere to catch up, but it certainly wouldn't have been here."