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Behind
Harry
,
the
entrance
to
the
marquee
revealed
rows
and
rows
of
fragile
golden
chairs
set
on
either
side
of
a
long
purple
carpet
.
The
supporting
poles
were
entwined
with
white
and
gold
flowers
.
Fred
and
George
had
fastened
an
enormous
bunch
of
golden
balloons
over
the
exact
point
where
Bill
and
Fleur
would
shortly
become
husband
and
wife
.
Outside
,
butterflies
and
bees
were
hovering
lazily
over
the
grass
and
hedgerow
.
Harry
was
rather
uncomfortable
.
The
Muggle
boy
whose
appearance
he
was
affecting
was
slightly
fatter
than
him
,
and
his
dress
robes
felt
hot
and
tight
in
the
full
glare
of
a
summer
's
day
.
"
When
I
get
married
,
"
said
Fred
,
tugging
at
the
collar
of
his
own
robes
,
"
I
wo
n't
be
bothering
with
any
of
this
nonsense
.
You
can
all
wear
what
you
like
,
and
I
'll
put
a
full
Body-Bind
Curse
on
Mum
until
it
's
all
over
.
"
"
She
was
n't
too
bad
this
morning
,
considering
,
"
said
George
.
"
Cried
a
bit
about
Percy
not
being
here
,
but
who
wants
him
?
Oh
blimey
,
brace
yourselves
--
here
they
come
,
look
.
"
Brightly
colored
figures
were
appearing
,
one
by
one
,
out
of
nowhere
at
the
distant
boundary
of
the
yard
.
Within
minutes
a
procession
had
formed
,
which
began
to
snake
its
way
up
through
the
garden
toward
the
marquee
.
Exotic
flowers
and
bewitched
birds
fluttered
on
the
witches
'
hats
,
while
precious
gems
glittered
from
many
of
the
wizards
'
cravats
;
a
hum
of
excited
chatter
grew
louder
and
louder
,
drowning
the
sound
of
the
bees
as
the
crowd
approached
the
tent
.
"
Excellent
,
I
think
I
see
a
few
veela
cousins
,
"
said
George
,
craning
his
neck
for
a
better
look
.
"
They
'll
need
help
understanding
our
English
customs
,
I
'll
look
after
them
...
"
"
Not
so
fast
,
Your
Holeyness
,
"
said
Fred
,
and
darting
past
the
gaggle
of
middle-aged
witches
heading
the
procession
,
he
said
,
"
Here
--
permettez-moi
to
assister
vous
,
"
to
a
pair
of
pretty
French
girls
,
who
giggled
and
allowed
him
to
escort
them
inside
.
George
was
left
to
deal
with
the
middle-aged
witches
and
Ron
took
charge
of
Mr.
Weasley
's
old
Ministry
colleague
Perkins
,
while
a
rather
deaf
old
couple
fell
to
Harry
's
lot
.
"
Wotcher
,
"
said
a
familiar
voice
as
he
came
out
of
the
marquee
again
and
found
Tonks
and
Lupin
at
the
front
of
the
queue
.
She
had
turned
blonde
for
the
occasion
.
"
Arthur
told
us
you
were
the
one
with
the
curly
hair
.
Sorry
about
last
night
,
"
she
added
in
a
whisper
as
Harry
led
them
up
the
aisle
.
"
The
Ministry
's
being
very
anti-werewolf
at
the
moment
and
we
thought
our
presence
might
not
do
you
any
favors
.
"
"
It
's
fine
,
I
understand
,
"
said
Harry
,
speaking
more
to
Lupin
than
Tonks
.
Lupin
gave
him
a
swift
smile
,
but
as
they
turned
away
,
Harry
saw
Lupin
's
face
fall
again
into
lines
of
misery
.
He
did
not
understand
it
,
but
there
was
no
time
to
dwell
on
the
matter
:
Hagrid
was
causing
a
certain
amount
of
disruption
.
Having
misunderstood
Fred
's
directions
he
had
sat
himself
,
not
upon
the
magically
enlarged
and
reinforced
seat
set
aside
for
him
in
the
back
row
,
but
on
five
seats
that
now
resembled
a
large
pile
of
golden
matchsticks
.
