Half-Blood

Fifty years after Harry Potter destroyed Lord Voldemort, the biggest threat of the wizarding world, there was finally peace. Erela Harris, an awkward witch, starts her life off in Hogwarts to try and discover who she really is, all while struggling to fight her unknown destiny. Only when the time comes will she face the choice between what is right and what is easy.

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55. Wedding Plans

    Erela managed to get some time off so she could discuss with their wedding planner. They hardly discussed where to go or what entries to serve, let alone what flowers to use for the table arrangements. Markus and Erela haven’t chosen a date yet, so planning it out wouldn’t be incredibly stressful. But, their wedding planner is pressuring them to make a decision now. It was hard to work with a couple who had no when to tie the knot, especially when there were different color schemes for every season.

    The young woman was going through a magazine of wedding dresses with little interest when she heard the buzzer go off. Punctual as usual. Erela tossed the magazine in its rack by the couch and took long strides to the front door, unlocked it, and opened it up for her wedding planner.

    “When are you going to get out of the sweat pants phase?” Michael raised a brow at her.

    “Shut it, it’s my comfort clothes and it’s my day off,” she rolled her eyes and welcomed him in.

    “Where’s the groom-to-be?” he asked as he took giant folders out of his small brief case. Undetectable Extension charm, most useful spell ever.

    “He’s at work.” Erela ran her hand through her hair and walked over toward the kitchen. “Want me to get you anything? Tea? Water?”

    “Have any beers?” Michael called.

    “Are you allowed to drink on the job?” she chuckled.

    “No. But I AM allowed to drink with a long time friend,” Michael laughed.

    “I don’t want to be the cause of you losing your job,” she rolled her eyes. “I have summer ale, chili beer, and Brooklyn lager.”

    “You two drink a lot.”

    “Not really, we just have a lot of different tastes. Which one?”

    “Summer ale,” Michael answered.

    Erela pulled out Michael’s drink and the Brooklyn lager for herself. “So what do you have in your binders?” she asked as she entered the living room.

    “Each folder is for every season. You can’t mix certain colors together and certain items are allowed depending on the season. So no summer colors and no paper lanterns in winter, got it?”

    Erela rolled her eyes at him with a sigh. “Alright, I get it.”

    “So when do you guys plan to tie the knot finally?” Michael asked.

    Erela was getting very annoyed of that question. No exact date was discussed, but they did agree on: “Summer. We plan somewhere in the summer time.”

    “Alrighty then,” Michael nodded and shoved three of the books back into his briefcase. “Lets discuss color schemes and color combinations then. So that way we can work off of that,” he said and started off with many strips of colors. “Usually I would go for a color combination that works for all seasons. Knowing you, you’ll want a mix of light and a little dark colors, right?” Erela nodded. “Good. I already chose some for you.”

    “Well you’re prepared.”

    “You’ve been someone’s fiancé for two years, sorry for having this sitting on my desk since then waiting for you to show an interest in planning your big day,” Michael rolled his eyes. “Anyways, I have some color combinations for you. I have: light pink and brown, green and pink, and purple and orange.”

    “Oh, ummm—”

    “OH! And I also have a little idea. Not a suggestion, it’s your day,” Michael started. “How about some dancing underneath the stars. Not literal stars, you’re not having an outside wedding. The weather is always unpredictable in summer. And I mean enchant the ceiling for a nice clear night sky,” he described for her before he went through his bag, shoveled some things around, and origami swans flew out of his bag and around the room. “And I know you like birds, so I thought it would be nice to have them flying around the reception—”

    “Ummm, Michael?”

    “Yeah?”

    “Half of my family is muggle, remember? That means no magic in this wedding,” Erela pursed his lips.

    Michael stared at her for a couple moments, waved his wand, and everything from the binder flew everywhere and the origami birds burst into flames. Paper danced everywhere in the room while Michael stared at her with very little amusement on his face. Erela stifled a laugh while she opened her beer bottle and took a swig. “You realize I have to re-plan everything, right . . .?”

    “Yeah,” Erela chuckled and nodded. “Sorry, mate . . .”

    “You could have told me sooner.”

    “You COULDN’T have thrown a fit and scatter paper everywhere,” Erela raised a brow at him and looked at the mess around them. “You’ll have to clean that up,” she commented with a little smile on her face. “I’ll keep the color schemes you thought of. You’ll just have to help think of something that doesn’t involve . . . “unnatural” beauty and awe. Besides, this’ll be the cheapest wedding ever just decorating the wedding,” she shrugged.

    “Yeah . . .” Michael huffed and sipped his booze. “I just thought of making your day phenomenal.”

    “And it WILL be,” Erela pat his shoulder. “It’ll just have to be toned down a bit so we don’t scare the muggles and break the law,” she chuckled.

    Erela heard Laila meow at her feet before jumping up on the couch and lay on Erela’s lap. “Come on, you have to admit it would be hilarious to see,” Michael laughed and cautiously inched his hand toward Laila. The black cat groaned in an annoyed tone when his hand got too close to her personal space, Erela chuckled lightly and raised her brows at her best friend. “Your cat still hates me.”

    “Yeah, I can tell,” she pursed her lips from smiling too widely and pet the feline on her lap. “So about that pink and brown color combination. It’s nice. Kind of balances each other out,” she lightly smiled.

    “I knew you’d like it,” Michael smiled widely and took a large swig of his beer.

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