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Pandora Montgomery (pandacharms) wrote in vrrpg,
@ 2017-07-31 00:20:00

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char: adelaide de blacas, char: apollo montgomery, char: domenic applebaum, char: ewan summerby, char: hyperion montgomery, char: luna lovegood, char: nora urquhart, char: pandora montgomery, char: persephone montgomery, char: zj montgomery, location: residence, time: 2009 08

Wedding bells ringing
Who: Pandora Montgomery (soon to be Summerby), Ewan, Hyperion, Persephone, Philip, ZJ, Olivier, Addie, Draco, Lancelot, Quin, Nora, Alec, Luna, and pretty much any and all friends of theirs for the reception.
When: [FUTURE dated with permission] August 2nd
Where: Summerby estate in Scotland, and also St Mungos
What: Dora and Ewan’s wedding, reception, and the surprise at the end.
Warnings: Language, mentions of all things having babies, possibly, tbd
Notes: Please feel free to start subthreads in the marked places among yourselves! Anyone the couple knows is welcome for the reception, and anyone they’re related or very close to is at the wedding proper.

One would have thought, with her penchant for cleaning her home and for organizing her work, that Pandora Montgomery’s wedding would have been planned within a millimeter of its life and that she would have been one of the world’s biggest bridezillas. While it couldn’t quite be the farthest thing from the truth, it was rather out there in comparison to the truth.

The ceremony was family and closest friends only, along with one significant other. Which meant the ceremony itself would hold: Hyperion, who was officiating, and his girlfriend, ZJ; Persephone, who was standing up with her, and her boyfriend, Olivier; Philip, who was supposed to be walking her down the aisle, and his girlfriend, Addie; Nora, as her bestfriend, and also standing up with her, and her husband, Alec. Draco, as her cousin (if only by marriage), was of course invited, as were a few of her Montgomery cousins, such as Elroy, who would have something to do with her. And of course, Luna, who had been such a stalwart friend through all of this, and whoever she wanted as a date. That was all on her side. For Ewan there was his parents, of course, and all of his sisters and any significant others (and children) they had, as well as his bestmate, Lancelot, and his girlfriend, Quin, and anyone else he’d wanted to invite.

They’d chosen Ewan’s family’s home, the estate in Scotland. The weather had, thank the gods above and below, cooperated, and it promised to be a beautiful Scottish day, not too hot, and the heather was, indeed blooming. She’d chosen for it to be held at the top of a hill on the moor, underneath a gigantic tree that she and Ewan had climbed all the time in their youth. It held so many good memories for her, and the view from the top with the heather bobbing its heads was, to her mind, perfect.

Simple, and perfect, especially to a woman who had never expected to marry at all.

Afterwards, she’d planned a larger reception, for any of her friends who wished to come to celebrate with her. It was still held at the Summerby estate, with food and a beautiful, tasty cake made by Melinda from Sweet Nothings. All her friends were invited to it, her fellow Slytherins she’d kept in touch with from school, such as Terence and Blaise and Adrian, and of course Alicia, not only as Adrian’s wife but as one of the few people who put up with her myriad of healer related anxieties and who she genuinely liked.

Dora had a surprising amount of friends, if she stopped to actually think about it, which she rarely did. Not all had her full trust, but she was outwardly outgoing, her visible nature much more Hufflepuff than Slytherin. It was her inner nature that was private, her weaknesses, flaws, issues, hidden behind a very high wall that while not unbreachable, wasn’t easily accessed. So the reception should be a relaxed and lovely affair. Nothing was very fancy, but it was decorated and tasteful, elegant in an understated sort of way that Dora often favored.

So it was a simple ceremony and a simple party planned afterward.

Planned. Of course, plans rarely survived being implemented.

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The Wedding

pandacharms
2017-07-31 04:23 am UTC (link)

As was her wont, she wore little in the way of make up or glamours. A little more than perhaps usual, but still not all that much, things considered. She did, for the first time in a while, cover up her faded Mark with a specially charmed bracelet that sparkled prettily on her wrist. Her dress had been chosen not only for the style she favored but that would accomadate her expansive pregnancy, for the twins were growing and quickly. Her dark hair was lustrous, and styled simply, though instead of a veil she had some small flowers woven amid the styling, and some heather.

It was a pity that, like most days, she woke up feeling physically miserable, the pregnancy ever taking its toll on her hard worn, scarred body from the very beginning. Her health likely would never be great, from spell damage and physical hurts she’d suffered, though she was not, pregnancy aside, chronically ill. She looked forward to the point at which she would deliver the twins, for her constant companion, nausea, would finally recede.

The Braxton-Hicks contractions plagued her strongly enough ever since the sibling dinner, though after that she rarely complained about them, having gotten the hang of suffering through the stronger ones, and she had, for a wonder, listened to her sister and Alicia when they said to take it easy when she could, though she also kept busy in order to keep from going insane. She woke up to that steel band of pain in her lower back and hard on her abdomen, and so she breathed, bore it, and then prepared for the day of her wedding.

Even she was satisfied when she’d dressed and readied herself, her eyes bright and excited to finally be marrying the one man she’d ever loved. If her body felt miserable, her heart did not. Not even when she lost her breakfast (not an unusual occurrence) or kept rubbing regularly on her stomach, trying to calm the twins within her. For the preparatory false contractions seemed unusually strong and steady, something she didn’t wholly take in as she prepared at a steady pace. She was a woman much used to pain and discomfort. She thought nothing of it.

Until she stood, just before they were to go out for the ceremony, and a small rush of water left her grasping her skirt in alarm. She had not wet herself thusfar in her pregnancy, unless you counted just a smidge when she sneezed a couple of times, for she’d followed Alicia and Persephone’s advice on exercises to prevent it all religiously. So this wasn’t that. Her eyes were round and alarmed as they flew to Persephone’s and Nora’s, for they were the ones getting her ready and would go out with her to where she’d meet Philip, who would escort her down the aisle. Not to give her away, precisely, but for the sake of tradition, and standing in for the man she wished were there but who was not.

“I am not,” she declared, jaw tightening as she realized it was her water that had just broken, and that she’d been in labor at least part of the day without recognizing it, “missing my wedding unless it’s absolutely necessary. I have waited too long, and I am going to be married before I deliver them, I swear it.”

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Re: The Wedding

sepphy
2017-07-31 07:58 pm UTC (link)

Persephone had put down the shifts in Pandora's mood to her usual pregnancy grumpiness and her excitement about marrying the love of her life. Personally, she was delighted to be here and part of her sister's big day. She was wearing a dress the colour of the heather, her own dark hair loose around her shoulders. Everything felt light and happy until Dora started ranting.

"Panda?" She frowned, concerned. Her hand came to rest on Pandora's back. "Do you want to sit back down and I'll take a look at you?"