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Originally Posted by RachieRu

Isobel's cheeks were going to hurt from all this smiling. Not that she couldn't not smile. It was her wedding day. She had to smile. Because she was happy, and needed to look happy right. Aww. Hand holding. She gave Wesley's hand a reassuring squeeze, having a feeling that he was probably feeling nervous. And aww. He was staring at her. And had a weird look on his face. Did she have a look like that? Were they supposed to look silly on their wedding day. Hopefully he wouldn't pull that face on the photos.

oh. And now the priest was speaking. Maybe she should've met the priest. Because well. He was pretty hilarous. Silly wedding planner. Couldn't get get a priest that could kind of speak. Isobel had to concentrate on Wesley a little, not that it was too hard, otherwise she probably would've ended up laughing her head off at how the priest spoke. Oh dear. She gave Wesley a little grin. Oh. They'd be taking about this later, seeing as they had something rather more important to do now. You know. Like get married.

Wes felt reassured by the hand squeeze and realized his shoulders were slowly relaxing and his hearing was coming back. Just in time, too, as the priest apparently was giving his shoulder a gentle poke.

N'aww wouldja lookit that. The groom was so in love with the bride that he wasn't even aware Nuptschallz was talking to him.

"Ahem. Weswey. Do you take dis woman, Isowel Mawia, to we your wawfully wedded wife? To have and to howld fwom dis day foward, for bedder or for worse, for wicher or for poorwer, in swickness and in healf, as wong as you both shall wive?"

Wes shook himself and gave both of Isobel's hands a squeeze back. "I do."

The priest smiled proudly and turned to the bride. Very good, very good. No objections so far, even.

"Isobel, do you take dis man, Franklin Wesley, to we your wawfully wedded hwusband? To have and to howld fwom dis day foward, for bedder or for worse, for wicher or for poorwer, in swickness and in healf, as wong as you both shall wive?"


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Oh, he was... being patted, was he? William raised a brow at the lady beside him and nearly commented on teaching about magical creatures, not being one, but stopped himself as the priest opened his big mouth.

And oh Merlin was it a big mouth! His speech thing seemed to go on for ages, and although it was amusing, Willy's short attention span seemed to shorten the longer this man talked. They were doing vows or something, but he found himself staring more at Alysson and wondering how she wasn't laughing already than actually listening to the ceremony.

"Fifty galleons someone casts on the priest," he whispered to the blonde with a tiny smirk. Heh. He sure didn't have 50 galleons but you know... WWW was a gambler. An unlucky one.