Harry and Ron arrived at the wedding venue wearing matching expressions, their mouths falling open.
Before them stood an indescribably vast pavilion, shaped like a flower in full bloom.
Harry looked toward the far end of the pavilion, where the people were little more than tiny black dots.
Even the entrance arch looked like a silver thread.
"So that's why they put it so far from the village..." Ron swallowed. "I never thought it would be this big!"
"Yeah!" Harry agreed, marveling at the sight. "It feels even bigger than the Quidditch World Cup stadium!"
"And there are loads of people!" Ron glanced around at the guests streaming toward the enormous pavilion and nodded in agreement.
"Actually, I originally thought..." He changed tack. "Knowing Wizet, I thought he might have a simple wedding."
"Just decorate the little garden, set out a few tables, and have everyone over for a meal."
Harry shrugged. "That's what I thought too, but that's just what Wizet's like. This is his wedding to Luna. It only happens once in a lifetime, so of course they'd make it a bit grander."
"Grand as it is, he hasn't set a dress code." Ron grinned. "He said we could wear whatever we liked. No requirement to wear dress robes."
"Isn't that great?" Fred and George's voices rang out. "It's absolutely brilliant!"
"Now we've got Wizet setting an example, when we have our weddings, we can tell Mum... Wizet and Luna let everyone wear whatever they liked at theirs!"
"Seriously!" Fred declared theatrically. "Bill's wedding was an absolute nightmare!"
"I nearly suffocated," George chimed in. "A bit of a shame I didn't, really. I was hoping a Veela would give me mouth-to-mouth!"
"Don't you have another chance now?" Out of the corner of his eye, Harry spotted three towering