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Post by Vincent Corrigan on May 4, 2009 10:20:24 GMT -5
(I just thought the Botanical Garden would be a pretty place for a wedding.)
It was a perfect day for a wedding. The sun was shining brightly, and the temperature was an unseasonably warm 58 degrees. Not that it mattered, of course, because in the Botanical Gardens, there was a beautiful, semi-enclosed area with a glass roof that enabled spring flowers to grow all year round. This was where they would be having the wedding.
Chairs were set up on either side of a long aisle, which was lined with rows of brilliant yellow daffodils. At the end of the aisle, where they would be saying their vows, was a small white gazebo draped with rich purple wisteria. And on either side of the entire area were two vast fields of multi-colored tulips. It may have only been January, but here it looked like the first week of May.
Behind the gazebo were two white tents, in which the bride and groom were finishing their final preparations. Vincent was in the smaller of these tents with Voltaire, frowning into a mirror.
"Voltaire, you gotta help me. My hair is just not cooperating today. I think the heat is messing with it."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 6, 2009 13:00:21 GMT -5
Voltaire laughed and reached into his robes to pull out his wand. He waved his wand in a figure eight with an upward flick and Vincent's hair got into place. He flicked his wand away and a layer of hair styling potion came off the tip.
"You over did it today mate, just leave it alone now." He honestly couldn't remember if he had been this nervous for his own wedding. He vaguely remembered having some issues with his robes...or was it his pocket watch? He remembered the ceremony and he remembered the dinner, he remembered leaving with Isa just after they arrived, they wanted to escape it. He could live with the vagueness of his memories if it meant he can charm a bit of extra potion out of his best friends hair. It wasn't much but it was better that his previous lack of talent for the branch of magic.
"Everything looks great! You'll do fine!" he clapped a hand to Vincent's shoulder and smiled at him. He was very proud of his friend and his accomplishments thus far! He couldn't believe if he hadn't allowed himself to be so swept off his feet by Isa, he would be this man's enemy. Love is a many splendored thing, he had read it once, not that he remembered from what, it didn't make it less true though.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on May 6, 2009 13:58:30 GMT -5
Vincent, however, could remember very clearly the day when their positions had been reversed and it had been Voltaire who had been so nervously preparing for his wedding. He'd been the one laughing at Voltaire. Now he wondered how he could have been so cruel. This had looked so easy at the time, but now, Vincent, the Minister of Magic, was utterly terrified of what was to happen.
"What if I trip?" he said. "Wouldn't that be humiliating? Or what if Emily changes her mind? She won't, will she?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 6, 2009 15:41:42 GMT -5
Voltaire didn't laugh but smiled anyway. "She won't change her mind, if she didn't change her mind before why would she change it now? " he saw just how nervous he was, he didn't have the heart to be mean to him now, even if it was in jest.
"And if you're afraid of tripping I can put an anti-trip jinx on your shoes." he handed Vincent a handkerchief that dabbed his brow then dried itself off.
"think of it this way, everyone in this hall is going to be a dark lords or a deatheater, if you can't muster your courage for a flower covered hall of the world's most evil then I suggest we have a good long talk about why you waited till now to get cold feet." he gave a light hearted chuckle.
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Post by Ted Tonks on May 6, 2009 19:30:12 GMT -5
Ted and Andromeda both wanted to be at Vincent and Emily's wedding. It was a shame that it was so close to Ferrera's death, but Ted thought maybe it was a good thing. Happy things needed to start happening again.
He was very happy for Vincent. He had trained both Ted and Andromeda in the program, and most days, Ted still saw Vincent as a friend. He knew how happy Emily made him, and having that same kind of happiness with Andromeda, he was sort of thrilled about the wedding. He was a gushing romantic deep down, and he just needed to make sure no one ever knew it.
Escorting Andromeda, they found a couple of seats on the groom's side (Ted just felt closer to Vincent than Emily) and he looked around. Not many were here yet. The set up was beautiful, and he glanced at his own wife, silently wondering if she regretted not having this.
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Post by Andromeda Tonks on May 7, 2009 20:55:24 GMT -5
The setup was beautiful, Andi had to admit. But somehow, to her, it wasn't nearly as romantic as a tiny little wedding chapel tucked away on a street in France. She may have always dreamed of a big, extravagant wedding (and what little girl doesn't?), but now it almost seemed silly. She didn't hold it against Vincent and Emily for having a big wedding, but Andi was actually glad that she and Ted had done theirs privately. It was for them, wasn't it, not anyone else.
But even as she thought about all of this, her mind wandered to the fact that today she was sitting at a wedding, and in a couple of days, she and Ted would probably be sitting at a funeral. It didn't seem like they were going to find anything left of Roland, and the family would probably soon have to decide whether to bury an empty coffin. It was kind of a surreal feeling.
She glanced toward Ted and smiled, but it was sort of a sad smile. "It's nice to have something happy in the middle of all the sadness," she remarked.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on May 7, 2009 21:04:20 GMT -5
Vincent rolled his eyes. "Haha, Voltaire, very funny. Is that, like, your version of picturing everyone in their underwear?"
He frowned at his reflection one more time, but decided not to mess with his hair any further. "You know, you were a total wreck at your wedding. I guess it's just natural, right? Do you think Emily is nervous right now?"
He tried to picture Emily panicking in her tent across the way. She had Isabella with her, so he was sure she was keeping her calm.
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Post by Emily Alchemia on May 7, 2009 21:20:56 GMT -5
Emily was more nervous than she ever had been. Her stomach was tied in knots and she was starting to show just slightly. For a few moments, Emily paced back and forth. Everything that happened before the wedding, she was worried about. She was worried about her own wedding as well. Hopefully things would go as planned, but then again sometimes they didn't. She wouldn't get all angry and go crazy if it didn't go perfectly. She knew that there was no such thing as perfection.
She looked in the mirror and smoothed out her gown. "Isa, were you this nervous?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 7, 2009 22:02:28 GMT -5
Vincent rolled his eyes. "Haha, Voltaire, very funny. Is that, like, your version of picturing everyone in their underwear?" He frowned at his reflection one more time, but decided not to mess with his hair any further. "You know, you were a total wreck at your wedding. I guess it's just natural, right? Do you think Emily is nervous right now?" He tried to picture Emily panicking in her tent across the way. She had Isabella with her, so he was sure she was keeping her calm. Voltaire laughed then looked seriously at Vincent and said "You aren't allowed to picture my wife in her under ware." then he laughed again. "No, Honestly I can't remember anything from the recent past very clearly. I remember getting married, I remember what I did with my pocket watch this morning, but for details of big events like when I got married, The day Conor was born, I know what date they are, but I can't remember the days." He felt a twinge of sadness. Nothing would make him remember clearly. He remembered enough of what the events meant to him, but none of the details that most of the time people treasured afterward. "Besides that my Isa is probably making her see reason, Isa can make anyone see reason...except maybe herself but that's besides the point." he said looking seriously. "This is the hard part! the rest is easy!" |
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on May 7, 2009 23:01:03 GMT -5
Vincent shook his head. "I wouldn't dare," he said with a grin. Not necessarily because of Voltaire, but because if Isabella found out, Vincent was positive she would kill him.
Vincent's grin faded as Voltaire mentioned his faded memory. The curse that had caused Voltaire to lose some of his memory had very nearly broken up Isabella and Voltaire. Voltaire had edge close to the darker side again during that terrible time after Conor's kidnapping. Vincent was glad that he didn't have to look at Voltaire as an enemy. It was sort of nice having a best friend.
"I'm sure Isa doesn't mind refreshing your memory once in a while," replied Vincent. They were just such a good couple, and he hoped that he and Emily would be as perfect together.
"Well, I don't think fatherhood's going to be easy... I'm really nervous about it. How is Conor doing?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 7, 2009 23:21:42 GMT -5
Voltaire smiled and said "I love being a father...I miss the extra sleep, you might as well forget sleeping for a while." he paused for a moment then added "but it's fun, everything you do is amazing to your kid, everything! I showed Conor how to hold on to his own foot, He looked so thrilled you can't help but enjoy yourself with your kid."
"I honestly have had a harder time with Anna and Rori, even though Anna has calmed down a lot after the baby was born, Rori is focused on boys...which is always a worry. Maybe that's just with older teens and not babies." That was really something he should start to ponder. His son getting to be a teen...That was a bit horrifying.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on May 8, 2009 0:23:17 GMT -5
Vincent laughed. "It sounds great. We still don't know if we're having a boy or a girl... But I guess we'll see. It's just so strange... we were told Emily wouldn't be able to have kids after that attack on the Order. But here she is, pregnant... It's like a miracle, you know?"
He grinned and straightened the collar of his dress robes. "Why do these things need to be so tight, anyway?"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 10, 2009 1:31:15 GMT -5
Emily was more nervous than she ever had been. Her stomach was tied in knots and she was starting to show just slightly. For a few moments, Emily paced back and forth. Everything that happened before the wedding, she was worried about. She was worried about her own wedding as well. Hopefully things would go as planned, but then again sometimes they didn't. She wouldn't get all angry and go crazy if it didn't go perfectly. She knew that there was no such thing as perfection. She looked in the mirror and smoothed out her gown. "Isa, were you this nervous?" Isabella laughed. "Yes, I was. I was a nervous wreck. I almost grabbed Voltaire and ran out of the hall to elope somewhere!" She stepped forward and patted Emily on the shoulder. "It's totally natural and normal to be nervous. But this is Vincent. It's going to be perfect. The hall is beautiful, the guests are arriving, and your gown is absolutely gorgeous." She paused to fix a wayward curl that was falling in the wrong direction, then leaned back. "So, Rori and Cassidy and Evangeline and I all have a little surprise for you, before you go out. Are you ready?" |
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Post by Emily Alchemia on May 10, 2009 8:58:55 GMT -5
"You know, eloping doesn't sound like that bad of an idea," Emily said smiling. "But, I know. And the gown is gorgeous because you picked it out." Her smile widened slightly.
Time seemed to just be ticking by slowly. She couldn't deny the fact that she had butterflies flying around in her stomach. Emily's hands were clasped together. It was just something she did when she was nervous.
"A little surprise? Should I be worried?" Emily gave a laugh. "Yes, I'm ready."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 20, 2009 23:22:18 GMT -5
Vincent laughed. "It sounds great. We still don't know if we're having a boy or a girl... But I guess we'll see. It's just so strange... we were told Emily wouldn't be able to have kids after that attack on the Order. But here she is, pregnant... It's like a miracle, you know?" He grinned and straightened the collar of his dress robes. "Why do these things need to be so tight, anyway?" "So you look your thinnest and best, after your married the idea of staying fit almost totally slides out of your head." Voltaire might not remember terribly much, but he did remember being disgusted with himself when he realized he had grown paunchy. "If you're lucky you catch yourself before it gets out of hand and you trim down again." He put his own hand on his stomach and looked away for a moment, before raising an eyebrow and glancing back at Vincent. "It's almost like if you started to forget that hair stuff of yours...All it takes is one early morning and your dearest saying something along the lines of 'you look good without this or that' then something you hadn't ever thought you would consider starts to get considered...It's horrible and delightful all in the same moment." He gave Vincent a sly grin. "There's an adjustment period you'll have to go through too, I'm sure women plan it that way too." |
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Jun 27, 2009 15:51:53 GMT -5
Vincent couldn't even imagine the idea of not wearing his hair gel. But then, there had been a time when he wouldn't have imagined the idea of getting married, either, and here he was.
"Well, mate, I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you to turn to for advice," he said. "Even though I've been living with Emily for almost a year, being married... having kids... it's a whole new world, you know? Especially with the pressures of the job.... how do you manage to juggle work and home life?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 31, 2009 1:41:34 GMT -5
Voltaire thought a moment about how he actually handled working and being married and being a father. "Being married makes it easier, even if my students think i'm a nuttier than squirrel poo, I know Isa knows that I'm not. When I get to leave my work and be with Isa and conor, Rori and Anna, I feel so much better about work, I can let it all go really." he felt a familiar wave of happiness sweep through him at the thought of when he got to spend time with Isa and the kids, it was like taking your shoes off after a long walk.
"Your job, however, doesn't seem like it will be so easy to shake off at the end of the day... Just as long as you remember to actually try to shake it off, you should be alright. Don't drag down Emily with a rotten situation, it won't make you feel any better if she gets upset at you."
Voltaire took a moment to tug Vincent's robe collar straight, then adjust his carvat and flick off a bit more hair gel of the front of his head.
"Just remember your vows, always respond to the "Do you take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife?" with a "yes" and you should do fine!" he laughed again.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Feb 15, 2010 22:15:08 GMT -5
Vincent laughed as he tried to smoothe out non-existent wrinkles from his dress robe. "I try to make it my policy to say yes whenever Emily asks me anything at all," he said. "You're right, though... Leaving work behind is not going to be easy. But coming home to her... it makes it all worth it. She saves me every day."
His eyes looked misty as he spoke of Emily. She really was his light. He couldn't imagine living without her now. It hadn't always been easy, but it was definitely worth it.
"Ah... enough of the sappy stuff! Do you suppose the ladies are ready yet? I just want to make her my wife already."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Feb 15, 2010 22:22:55 GMT -5
"You know, eloping doesn't sound like that bad of an idea," Emily said smiling. "But, I know. And the gown is gorgeous because you picked it out." Her smile widened slightly. Time seemed to just be ticking by slowly. She couldn't deny the fact that she had butterflies flying around in her stomach. Emily's hands were clasped together. It was just something she did when she was nervous. "A little surprise? Should I be worried?" Emily gave a laugh. "Yes, I'm ready." Isabella laughed. "Don't worry, it's a good surprise. It's your wedding day, after all. All your surprises today are going to be good ones. But this one... it's tradition, actually. You know, something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue?" She reached into her robe pocket and pulled out a pair of pearl earrings. "These are old... they've been passed through my family for generations. And you can borrow them, so that's two in one." |
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Feb 16, 2010 11:12:33 GMT -5
Already she had something new and something blue. One of the pins in her hair was blue. It was something she had always held onto because it had once belonged to her mother.
Seeing the pearl earrings that Isa pulled out nearly sent Emily into tears. She never thought that she would have had friends like this, nor did she ever think that she would have been getting married. Emily leaned forward and hugged Isa. "Thank you," she said before she let her go and stood straight again. Carefully, she reached forward and started to place the earrings in her ears.
"I owe a lot to you Isa." Emily smiled lightly. "If you weren't here, everything would be in a huge mess."
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