Fic: All Tied Up, Chapter 6: Wizarding Traditions
Title: All Tied Up
Chapter 6: Wizarding Traditions
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,447
Genre: romance/humor
Ships: L/J
Status: WIP
Back to Interlude II
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters, objects, settings, and plots are the property of J.K. Rowling. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise associated with Harry Potter. no copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made from the writing of this fanfiction.
Notes: I'm back! For awhile at least. hope you enjoy the new chapter, short as it is.
Also, forgive the formatting issues. LJ hates my guts today. :)
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Lily basks in the glory of her new engagement for nearly a week. During this time, she and James are practically glued at the hip, which (in addition to the apparent over-abundance of “lovey-dovey” behavior and James’s unwillingness to stay away from his friends until after the wedding) garners much protest from the Marauders. Lily’s friends protest too, but only in that “aw, it’s so cute it’s sickening” way that girls do. It makes James wrinkle his nose when they do this, but since Lily thinks the involuntary expression is adorable (and causes her to kiss him), he doesn’t complain.
The amount of time they spend together these days means their friends spend a lot of time together too. Sirius, a lady’s man if ever there was one, was excited about this until he remembered that where Lily’s friends were concerned, he’d either 1) already dated her, or 2) she knows him well enough not to be charmed. Still, he basks in the attention, even where it is negative, and has far too much fun “pulling the pigtails” (as Lily has termed it) of all Lily’s roommates and closest out-of-house friends.
After awhile, Lily thought about avoiding the combined time a bit more simply because she was afraid on several occasions that James’s best man was going to get himself Avada Kedavraed before he even had a chance to stand up at their wedding; however, she gives it up as soon as she notices the attention shy and withdrawn Remus is getting. Lily is aware that Evelyn has fancied Remus for most of the year, and watching Remus blush in response to her gentle, sincere flirting has everyone watching with amused surprise.
Lily thinks it very telling as to Sirius’s regard for his friend that he only teases Remus about the attention when the other girls aren’t around.
But about a week into her engagement, someone (a person Lily doesn’t even know, so she must have been a James hanger-on) asks her something about whether she and James are going to incorporate any Muggle traditions into the wedding.
It is at this point that Lily realizes that she knows absolutely nothing about wizarding weddings, and that she is marrying a Pureblood who, while completely unconcerned about her Muggle-born status, probably expects a wizarding ceremony.
And Lily promptly panics.
At first Lily tries to get past it by telling herself that everything will be fine; she will just ask James what wizard weddings are like, and then she’ll just go from there. But then, when she does ask James, there’s just so much that is different, or just similar enough to be confusing, or...
And then Sirius comes in in the midst of this conversation and starts pitching in details, and Lily has to leave the room.
She then tries to do research. But there just aren’t very many books on wedding tradition in the Hogwarts library. What few there are deal either with the history of wizarding weddings (and so lack any reference to current trends), or with forbidden marital bondings (which...okay, good to know, but honestly).
After this failed attempt, Lily returns to the common room feeling rather depressed. She flops down onto the sofa next to James with a teensy sigh, then drops her head on his shoulder.
James hesitates, leaning his cheek on the top of her head. “We can just have a Muggle ceremony, you know,” he says, knowing exactly what’s bothering her. “I don’t mind one way or the other,” James tells her, taking her hand and lacing their fingers together.
“You’re a Pureblood, James. You can’t have a Muggle ceremony.”
“My mum and dad won’t care either, Lils. And there’s no one else in my family to impress.”
“His mum would probably love it, to be honest,” says Sirius without looking up from the essay he’s pretending to write while sneaking glances at Remus’s version. “She’s really curious about Muggles. She’d likely enjoy the novelty of it.”
“That’s not really the point,” says Lily. “I’d like to honor the wizarding traditions. Besides, I want a wizarding ceremony. I’d like some Muggle elements, I think, but I’m a witch. I want to get married like one. I’m just...frustrated at the sheer amount of information, all of which seems to be irrelevant to actually planning a wedding.”
James looks at her for a minute, then exchanges glances with the other Marauders.
“Look,” says Remus, “as members of the male gender, we’re really not the best source of information on this particular subject.”
“Since we don’t care in the least about wedding details,” Sirius interjects.
Remus rolls his eyes. “Have you tried the library?”
Lily rolls her head on James shoulder to better face Remus, then arches an eyebrow at him.
“Right,” he says. “Sorry.”
“You should just ask Alice,” Peter says, shoving half a pumpkin pasty in his mouth.
Everyone turns to stare at him.
“What?” Peter asks. “It makes sense. She’s a Pureblood, so she knows all about wizarding wedding traditions, and she’s, you know, a girl. So. She knows about weddings and stuff.”
“Merlin’s beard,” breathes Sirius, “that’s actually a brilliant idea, Pete.”
“I do have those on occasion,” Peter says, rolling his eyes. “Shall I list the number of pranks that have succeeded because of my utter genius?” Peter finishes his pasty, propping his feet up on the table and oh-so-casually knocking Sirius’s quill from his hand and Remus’s essay from the table. Sirius scowls at him and bends to pick up his quill.
While he is distracted, Peter shifts his feet so that his heels rest on Sirius’s parchment. Sirius shoves his feet away with a little growl of annoyance when he reappears above the table’s edge, and Peter snickers madly. In all the fuss, Remus realizes that Sirius has been copying his essay and puts it away in his bag.
“Pete,” Sirius cries, noticing the missing essay and Remus’s scolding expression, and shoves Peter hard in the shoulder.
Peter shoves him back, then smiles at Lily. “Ask Alice. At the very least, don’t ask that idiot anymore.” He gestures at James. “He’ll tell you what little he knows, and then downplay it in whatever way will get you to marry him fastest.”
Lily laughs, feeling a huge sense of relief. “Thanks, Pete.”
“You could also talk to my mum,” James suggests casually.
“What?” Lily jerks her head up to look at James, eyes wide. She’s not met James’s parents yet, although she’s caught glimpses of them at King’s Cross occasionally. She hadn’t really thought about it before, but now that she is, the very idea terrifies her. What must they think about her after all these years? “Your mum?”
“She’s also a Pureblood and a girl,” he teases. “So. She knows about weddings and stuff. Besides,” he adds, gently brushing a few errant strands of hair from Lily’s eyes, “you need to meet my parents eventually. In case you missed it, that was also a hint that I’d eventually like to meet yours too.”
Lily stares at James blankly.
“It’s not a big deal, Lils,” James murmurs, sliding his hand down her hair soothingly. “They’ll love you. And you can’t exactly hide from them, you know. We’re getting married if you’ll recall. My mum will literally hunt you down herself if she goes much longer without meeting you.”
“What?” Lily’s breathing is fast and panicked.
“He’s not kidding,” says Sirius, eyes glinting with mischief. “She’s fierce, is Mrs. Potter. And it’s her ickle baby Jamie you’re marrying. She’s been writing frantic letters demanding information about you for days.”
“Frantic?” Lily squeaks.
“She’s even been writing me twice a day, and I don’t know her terribly well,” says Peter, who doesn’t spend nearly as much time at the Potter household as the others. “Never mind how many other owls she’s sending.”
“She’s had to start using the for-hire post owls because she’s worn hers out,” says Remus.
“I had noticed that,” says Sirius, “and even they’re getting grumpy. It’s hilarious.”
“It isn’t,” Remus replies. “Just this morning one bit my finger and then stole a rasher of bacon before flying away. And that was after I’d already fed it half a piece of my toast.”
This does not help Lily’s panic.
“So talk to Alice, and then talk to my mum?” James asks.
Lily hesitates only a little, but obviously she’ll have to meet James’s parents eventually (and clearly it will have to be sooner rather than later). And James looks so hopeful that she quickly repeats, “Alice, then your mum.”
James looks so excited and thankful that she almost forgets to be nervous about meeting James’s parents.
Almost.
On to Chapter 7
Chapter 6: Wizarding Traditions
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,447
Genre: romance/humor
Ships: L/J
Status: WIP
Back to Interlude II
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters, objects, settings, and plots are the property of J.K. Rowling. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise associated with Harry Potter. no copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made from the writing of this fanfiction.
Notes: I'm back! For awhile at least. hope you enjoy the new chapter, short as it is.
Also, forgive the formatting issues. LJ hates my guts today. :)
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Lily basks in the glory of her new engagement for nearly a week. During this time, she and James are practically glued at the hip, which (in addition to the apparent over-abundance of “lovey-dovey” behavior and James’s unwillingness to stay away from his friends until after the wedding) garners much protest from the Marauders. Lily’s friends protest too, but only in that “aw, it’s so cute it’s sickening” way that girls do. It makes James wrinkle his nose when they do this, but since Lily thinks the involuntary expression is adorable (and causes her to kiss him), he doesn’t complain.
The amount of time they spend together these days means their friends spend a lot of time together too. Sirius, a lady’s man if ever there was one, was excited about this until he remembered that where Lily’s friends were concerned, he’d either 1) already dated her, or 2) she knows him well enough not to be charmed. Still, he basks in the attention, even where it is negative, and has far too much fun “pulling the pigtails” (as Lily has termed it) of all Lily’s roommates and closest out-of-house friends.
After awhile, Lily thought about avoiding the combined time a bit more simply because she was afraid on several occasions that James’s best man was going to get himself Avada Kedavraed before he even had a chance to stand up at their wedding; however, she gives it up as soon as she notices the attention shy and withdrawn Remus is getting. Lily is aware that Evelyn has fancied Remus for most of the year, and watching Remus blush in response to her gentle, sincere flirting has everyone watching with amused surprise.
Lily thinks it very telling as to Sirius’s regard for his friend that he only teases Remus about the attention when the other girls aren’t around.
But about a week into her engagement, someone (a person Lily doesn’t even know, so she must have been a James hanger-on) asks her something about whether she and James are going to incorporate any Muggle traditions into the wedding.
It is at this point that Lily realizes that she knows absolutely nothing about wizarding weddings, and that she is marrying a Pureblood who, while completely unconcerned about her Muggle-born status, probably expects a wizarding ceremony.
And Lily promptly panics.
At first Lily tries to get past it by telling herself that everything will be fine; she will just ask James what wizard weddings are like, and then she’ll just go from there. But then, when she does ask James, there’s just so much that is different, or just similar enough to be confusing, or...
And then Sirius comes in in the midst of this conversation and starts pitching in details, and Lily has to leave the room.
She then tries to do research. But there just aren’t very many books on wedding tradition in the Hogwarts library. What few there are deal either with the history of wizarding weddings (and so lack any reference to current trends), or with forbidden marital bondings (which...okay, good to know, but honestly).
After this failed attempt, Lily returns to the common room feeling rather depressed. She flops down onto the sofa next to James with a teensy sigh, then drops her head on his shoulder.
James hesitates, leaning his cheek on the top of her head. “We can just have a Muggle ceremony, you know,” he says, knowing exactly what’s bothering her. “I don’t mind one way or the other,” James tells her, taking her hand and lacing their fingers together.
“You’re a Pureblood, James. You can’t have a Muggle ceremony.”
“My mum and dad won’t care either, Lils. And there’s no one else in my family to impress.”
“His mum would probably love it, to be honest,” says Sirius without looking up from the essay he’s pretending to write while sneaking glances at Remus’s version. “She’s really curious about Muggles. She’d likely enjoy the novelty of it.”
“That’s not really the point,” says Lily. “I’d like to honor the wizarding traditions. Besides, I want a wizarding ceremony. I’d like some Muggle elements, I think, but I’m a witch. I want to get married like one. I’m just...frustrated at the sheer amount of information, all of which seems to be irrelevant to actually planning a wedding.”
James looks at her for a minute, then exchanges glances with the other Marauders.
“Look,” says Remus, “as members of the male gender, we’re really not the best source of information on this particular subject.”
“Since we don’t care in the least about wedding details,” Sirius interjects.
Remus rolls his eyes. “Have you tried the library?”
Lily rolls her head on James shoulder to better face Remus, then arches an eyebrow at him.
“Right,” he says. “Sorry.”
“You should just ask Alice,” Peter says, shoving half a pumpkin pasty in his mouth.
Everyone turns to stare at him.
“What?” Peter asks. “It makes sense. She’s a Pureblood, so she knows all about wizarding wedding traditions, and she’s, you know, a girl. So. She knows about weddings and stuff.”
“Merlin’s beard,” breathes Sirius, “that’s actually a brilliant idea, Pete.”
“I do have those on occasion,” Peter says, rolling his eyes. “Shall I list the number of pranks that have succeeded because of my utter genius?” Peter finishes his pasty, propping his feet up on the table and oh-so-casually knocking Sirius’s quill from his hand and Remus’s essay from the table. Sirius scowls at him and bends to pick up his quill.
While he is distracted, Peter shifts his feet so that his heels rest on Sirius’s parchment. Sirius shoves his feet away with a little growl of annoyance when he reappears above the table’s edge, and Peter snickers madly. In all the fuss, Remus realizes that Sirius has been copying his essay and puts it away in his bag.
“Pete,” Sirius cries, noticing the missing essay and Remus’s scolding expression, and shoves Peter hard in the shoulder.
Peter shoves him back, then smiles at Lily. “Ask Alice. At the very least, don’t ask that idiot anymore.” He gestures at James. “He’ll tell you what little he knows, and then downplay it in whatever way will get you to marry him fastest.”
Lily laughs, feeling a huge sense of relief. “Thanks, Pete.”
“You could also talk to my mum,” James suggests casually.
“What?” Lily jerks her head up to look at James, eyes wide. She’s not met James’s parents yet, although she’s caught glimpses of them at King’s Cross occasionally. She hadn’t really thought about it before, but now that she is, the very idea terrifies her. What must they think about her after all these years? “Your mum?”
“She’s also a Pureblood and a girl,” he teases. “So. She knows about weddings and stuff. Besides,” he adds, gently brushing a few errant strands of hair from Lily’s eyes, “you need to meet my parents eventually. In case you missed it, that was also a hint that I’d eventually like to meet yours too.”
Lily stares at James blankly.
“It’s not a big deal, Lils,” James murmurs, sliding his hand down her hair soothingly. “They’ll love you. And you can’t exactly hide from them, you know. We’re getting married if you’ll recall. My mum will literally hunt you down herself if she goes much longer without meeting you.”
“What?” Lily’s breathing is fast and panicked.
“He’s not kidding,” says Sirius, eyes glinting with mischief. “She’s fierce, is Mrs. Potter. And it’s her ickle baby Jamie you’re marrying. She’s been writing frantic letters demanding information about you for days.”
“Frantic?” Lily squeaks.
“She’s even been writing me twice a day, and I don’t know her terribly well,” says Peter, who doesn’t spend nearly as much time at the Potter household as the others. “Never mind how many other owls she’s sending.”
“She’s had to start using the for-hire post owls because she’s worn hers out,” says Remus.
“I had noticed that,” says Sirius, “and even they’re getting grumpy. It’s hilarious.”
“It isn’t,” Remus replies. “Just this morning one bit my finger and then stole a rasher of bacon before flying away. And that was after I’d already fed it half a piece of my toast.”
This does not help Lily’s panic.
“So talk to Alice, and then talk to my mum?” James asks.
Lily hesitates only a little, but obviously she’ll have to meet James’s parents eventually (and clearly it will have to be sooner rather than later). And James looks so hopeful that she quickly repeats, “Alice, then your mum.”
James looks so excited and thankful that she almost forgets to be nervous about meeting James’s parents.
Almost.
On to Chapter 7