The weather in Dorset, where Harris Manor stood, was very, very fine today: a soft, clear blue sky, with clouds high and thin, and golden-red light shining through the gaps between them.
Under the effects of magic, the entire manor had been adorned with violets, pansies, and lilies. On this lovely summer morning, the flowers and grasses all looked extraordinarily fresh, while the sun had only just entered the radiant eastern sky. Dew rolled down the leaves and petals of multiflora roses and all kinds of herbs. Though there was no wind, the leaves danced languidly under magic's influence, creating an enchanting, rippling effect like tiny waves.
For the upcoming wedding, Fleur Delacour's parents would be arriving early—Daisy had only just yawned her way into the courtyard to greet them when her mother chased her back to her room, telling her to put on matching socks and comb her messy hair until it looked decent enough. As for her new savior younger brother Allen, he too had to swallow his pride and resort to acting spoiled with their mother before he managed to avoid changing into formal robes that looked as though he were about to attend the Yule Ball.
The Aurors, the Umbrella Red Umbrella Department, and the Death Knights who were usually stationed around the area had all been temporarily relocated to unseen positions. Because of this, the wizards had no choice but to cast a great many extra security charms on the manor for the time being.
When Fleur's family was transported nearby by Portkey right on time at ten in the morning, then brought over in the Harris family's old car, everyone's eyes were involuntarily drawn to a beautiful blonde woman in leaf-green robes.
"Welcome," Owen was the first to break the silence, his voice a