InsaneJournal

George and Percy had been working like made, subtly using magic to light the garden with small twinkling lights and other sorts of dazzling effects.  They had been careful to make the effects look Muggle, stringing additional cords about to look like electricity was used.  It was all done with magic.  There were two different tents and a beautiful archway, seats placed in rows, and a gathering of tables in an area not far away.  All looked the setting for the the perfect wedding. 

Ron was nervous in his formal robes, and fidgeted slightly in his designated area; once Ana had arrived and was closeted in her own tent, he was free to move about and greet people.  He thought he was going to mad, wondering if he was making a mistake.  He hoped Harry would come back; he needed some support.

He looked up as someone entered the tent he sat in, and looked releaved to see a supportive face.