Samantha hadn't been mistaken when she thought she had heard the music starting a few minutes ago, now it was getting louder, loud enough for everyone to hear it. She knew the bridal party would soon be coming down the aisle, any moment now. She felt a rush of excitement run through her veins, imagining what the bride must be feeling to be marrying the Minister of Magic, a dream come true for most witches. She looked around, wondering how many of these young women were envious of her. Envy could be a good thing at times, it forced one to strive harder under the right circumstances.