It wasn't every day that you were invited to attend the wedding of two poltergeists. It was with curiosity and anticipation that Laurel had
dressed for the wedding ceremony. She thought it'd be too weird but the Friar had managed to make the brief ceremony romantic and classy.
Following in the trail of the wedding party, Laurel entered the medieval reception room behind some students. She took a moment to let her eyes adjust to the damp lightning before she walked on her blue clickity-clack heels over to leave a wedding gift for the happy couple.
Her Inner Eye had of course predicted this union she just hadn't thought Peeves was the marrying sort.