mostly open RP (to invitees and wedding-crashers): Henry and Camilla tie the knot.

[c_macaulay]

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[thread where actual ceremony takes place: open to Francis, Susan, Merlin, Camilla, Henry, Charles]

[c_macaulay]

(( Here is where the actual ceremony-ness will be RPed. ))

Re: [thread where actual ceremony takes place: open to Francis, Susan, Merlin, Camilla, Henry, Charl

[charlesmacaulay]

Charles was trying not to delay, but he needed time to build up the defenses he was fairly confident he'd need to get through this. Whatever victory Henry thought he was claiming was temporary: that was the main thing to keep sight of. Camilla might be marrying him now, but that didn't mean Henry had won the war - just this battle.

He'd taken on protective coloring, camoflage for a skirmish, using Henry's usual attire as a guideline for his own clothing choices. Charles was neatly dressed in a dark suit and conservative tie, his hair combed, his face very closely shaved. A fragrance of tidiness, of linden water and mint, hung gently about him. No alcohol, not now or at the wedding, he knew. Later, maybe, when he was alone, just to help him forget. In the meantime he had a part to play.

He arrived at the Room of Requirement just before four.

Re: [thread where actual ceremony takes place: open to Francis, Susan, Merlin, Camilla, Henry, Charl

[c_macaulay]

Camilla left Merlin and Susan standing where they were, and ran up to her brother, holding the skirt of her dress aside with one hand so she wouldn't trip. "I don't even know what time it is. Is it time yet? Did the house elves give you any trouble? You look very nice," laying her cheek alongside his in an air-kiss so she wouldn't leave lipstick on his face, then drawing back to (unnecessarily) straighten his tie. "I haven't slept a wink. I swear I'm going to pass out in front of everyone. Just keel right over like a fainting goat." She'd read about fainting goats in National Geographic. The twins loved National Geographic.

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[charlesmacaulay]

Charles smiled down at her, kissing her on the forehead. "You make a very lovely goat, then." He took her hand, tucking it into the crook of his arm. "You'll be all right, Milly. I'm here, right here."

[reception]

[c_macaulay]

(( This thread and any beneath it are for the reception. ))

Re: [reception]

[h_m_winter]

Henry, now that they'd made it through the ceremony without mishap and with their sanity still intact, found himself oddly relieved. It was done--it was official. Camilla and he were husband and wife. The knowledge was almost intoxicating, in a way; it was real, now, not just a plan or half-formed dream

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[c_macaulay]

Camilla stood there serene and smooth-faced and luminous, her arm looped through Henry's, waiting for everyone to say what they had to say. She was very grateful they'd all taken the time and trouble to attend, especially given the hurry involved, and she was happy to see them all, but she was also tired, though resolved not to show it.

She, too, felt relieved: no one had made a scene (yet). She also felt a little disoriented. What Merlin had just done, in effect, made her a different person, hadn't it? She was Camilla Winter now.

She felt oddly that Silas understood that change better than anyone, by virtue of the lie she and Catelyn had conspired to tell him: he knew the substance of her had been transmuted into something other than it used to be. She smiled at him with especial tenderness. "We will take care of one another," she promised him gravely. Even if God isn't with us. Ned and Catelyn looked weirdly at peace themselves, for zombie people; Camilla wondered if some of that peace could rub off

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[h_m_winter]

Henry looked at her, as beautiful and radiant as the angel Silas had so long thought her. Like Silas, he too could in some measure guess that this had changed her, though in just what way he didn't know. It had certainly changed him, and for once in his life he could not properly define precisely how. -"I know,-" he returned. -"Though none of my dreams have been quite like this.-" He pressed a kiss to her temple, for once in his life unmindful of the fact that they were more or less in public. It was his wedding day, dammit, and he'd never seen Camilla look lovelier, with her golden hair lit up like a corona by the slanting rays of sun

[chance_silvey]

Chance hates dresses. She wore one to Simon's sister's wedding. She really liked Simon. Henry, on the other hand, is merely an interesting guy and a good hand in a fight against alarming bats. So Chance is wearing trousers.

She's brought Ofelia with her, though, and Ofelia is a princess, or so the little girl says. With them, of course, is Ofelia's fairy. Between the little girl and the unearthly insect-fairy, there is enough elegance to make up for Chance's plainness, Chance expects.

[h_m_winter]

Henry had never seen the little girl with Chance before, but part of him was not surprised that Chance herself had worn pants. He had a hard time imagining her voluntarily wearing a dress. His lips quirked in a smile.

"Good of you to come," he said, reaching to shake Chance's hand. "I don't believe we've met--" this to Ofelia and her--was that a fairy with her? Henry didn't really know how to talk to children, having had so very little experience with them, so by default he just treated them like little adults. He wasn't sure he wanted to ask about the fairy just yet, though; something told him that would be an involved explanation, and he wasn't in the mood for anything like that just now. Right now he simply wanted to be where he was, and who he was, and with the person he was with.

[charlesmacaulay]

Better to get this overwith, Charles thought, straightening his shoulders as he crossed the room. He smiled at his sister, then turned to Henry and silently held out his hand.

This was no truce, however, but a declaration of war - and the better man would win. Charles intended to be that better man. He even managed a small smile for Henry, mostly by imagining his outstretched hand held a gun.

[h_m_winter]

Yes, this had to be gotten through somehow, didn't it? Henry could do it, for Camilla's sake, however personally distasteful he found it.

He shook Charles's hand, managing a smile in return (a cordial one, even, not the dry and infinitely ironic one that came by instinct). There wasn't much he could say that wouldn't be screamingly hypocritical, but he gave Charles a nod, both to acknowlede that silent declaration and to prepare himself for whatever might happen if Charles did decide to cause trouble here today. Charles could be as unpredictable as Camilla, and on this of all days that had the potential to be particularly unfortunate.

[c_macaulay]

As well as she'd known her brother, and as much as she ought to have known better, Camilla saw the handshake as the truce it appeared to be, not the declaration it actually was. She knew Charles wasn't drunk and he obviously didn't seem to be under an Imperius curse or anything, so she had to accept the gesture at face value; more, she wanted to accept it at face value.

How many times had she seen violence erupt between these men, verbal or physical? Yet here they were, quite cordially shaking hands. They weren't acting like friends, precisely, much less the close friends they'd once been; but they were being civil, and that was enough for Camilla, for now.

She rewarded them both for their good behavior with a sudden glowing joyous smile. "We're all back together again," she said. "You don't know how happy this makes me." And once the handshake had quite ended, she let go of Henry's arm to step forward and give her brother a quick impulsive squeeze. Then she went back to Henry's side, where she belonged now.

[metahemeralism]

Over by the door to the Room of Requirement, Bunny scanned the crowd, edging closer to his quarries without attracting any particular attention. In his pocket he fingered the Howler he’d received, from an anonymous source - although Bunny had his ideas about the sender in light of a particular item that had lately gone missing from his room. In any case the information had been welcome, and quite useful. “If you DARE attend the wedding of Henry Winter and Camilla Macaulay on Tuesday at four in the Room of Requirement, you will pay!” Dramatic, but specific, and very helpful

[rosecasson]

Rose was there.

Rose's last enduring memory of a church was Grandad's funeral--Caddy's wedding doesn't count--and she had a black dress for that, which had cost one hundred and ten pounds. She has a new dress for this wedding, too, one that Dr. Maturin bought for her. It's very Rose-like. He chose well.

The ceremony in itself could have been improved, in Rose's opinion, by extra decoration on the bride and groom's outfits. After all, who wants to stare at a black-and-cream back unless they're behind a zebra?

[estebanmd]

Stephen had no taste in fashion whatsoever. He had chosen Rose's dress from a catalog on the grounds that it looked like something Rose might draw, and that no one would know the difference if she chose to add her own artistic stylings to its print.

On the whole, he rather thought of the men here he was the luckiest with respect to the date he had chosen. Say what you like about Rose Casson, she was never a dull companion. It had occurred to Stephen that children might not be appreciated at the reception, but Rose was a very mature child, the sort of child whom you ought not to remind of her age lest she make you very sorry, so Stephen had dashed off a quick note to Camilla to make sure it was all right. He had received a distracted reply saying that he could bring whatever he liked as long as it was something housetrained. By this, Stephen took it that Camilla meant he should not bring any wombats, and that she suspected the squib!wombat might be named Rose

[rosecasson]

'I would like some cake as long as it has nothing healthy on or near it,' she replies equally as sombrely. 'I've not been to a wedding that went well before. They weren't wearing anything interesting, were they? I thought they were meant to wear at least two colours. Something blue. And was she? No she was not.'

Rose sighs deeply.

'Yes. I would like some cake. I will try not to spill it on the dress.'

[daxtastic]

"That's what napkins are for," Dax said, walking over with a plate of cake in hand. She hadn't actually heard Rose's request for the confectionery slice - Though trills had many biological advantages over humans, their hearing was just about the same - it wasn't an unreasonable leap of logic to assume that a child might like some.

Also, Rose looked very nice, and Dax thought she ought to hear it.

"Hello, Rose. You look lovely." She smiled, and glanced at Stephen. "And you're looking well, Doctor."