Daisy studied Hermione with an appraising look. "This bouffant wedding dress is nice, even if it isn't the traditional white."
"No, it should either be more courtly and elaborate, or simpler and more elegant..." Fleur's long, waterfall-like silver hair swayed. "That straight-cut one just now was good..."
At this point, even those Banshees who, in the wild, only screamed until their voices killed people showed interest—the Banshees of Helena's Choir had black hair trailing to the floor and faces like skulls, faintly glowing green, which looked rather unsettling.
But just then, one of the Banshees even pressed her long black nails onto a picture of a black wedding dress on the table and let out a scream that was slightly more piercing than usual.
"She thinks Hermione would look prettier in a black wedding dress." Holding a veil decoration in her hands, Helena translated the Banshee's inappropriate opinion. Then, before anyone else could object, Helena herself shook her head at the Banshee in disapproval. "Blair, this is a wedding, not a funeral... My dad isn't like you. He can't accept things like death metal or goth..."
Luna's abrupt pale-silver eyes were misty. She had been dragged up again by her daughter and pulled into the discussion, but she clearly did not care about the wedding details the girls were heatedly debating. After holding out for only a few seconds, she looked utterly exhausted as she slumped on the sofa, merely nodding mechanically in agreement whenever she was asked anything.
"But after Penelope comes back, if she has objections to your arrangements, won't all this work be for nothing?" Emily tugged with her fingers at the wedding dress on Hermione, which had abruptly turned into a yellow courtly bouffant gown. "This nontraditional color is pretty nice, but it looks a bit