Forever and After

Rosaline Mckay

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13 1/2" Katalox Wood Wand with Chimera Scale core
Age
12/1997
Rosaline fixed the hair crown on her red head, staring into the mirror with her gray eyes. Everything seemed so surreal. She was getting married once more, something she never thought of doing. Marrying into someone's family that would likely protect her and made her feel safe would be nice. She had been living with her cousins for years and years. As soon as she moved back to New Zealand after many years of running from the country, she decided to start going into designing and it went well enough. During her days, she met and eventually fell in love with her soon to be husband. It was an odd considering her first marriage was to a muggle-born. He was killed. And now, she was to be wed to a pure-blood. She had no reason to ever fear her family. The Lurkens and Mauvens were notorious about making sure that the entire family remained pure. She invited her niece and her child, considering her own divorce making her bitter. She hoped that this would bring her out of a slump. Rosaline fixed her flowing white dress and took a deep breath. The wedding march began, and a small smile crossed her lips. She was ready to walk down that aisle.
 
Richard was, frankly, surprised that he was getting married this day. He'd never really expected to get married again after all this time. His first marriage had not, after all, ended very well at all when his wife and children had all died. His wife, he'd not really loved her, but he had loved his children all very dearly. Allyanna had really been a means to an end for him with regards to their relationship. He loved all children she bore him, but had no real care for the woman herself. Someone else had held his heart then. It had been a very long time though and he'd never expected to, but he'd fallen in love with Rosaline. His mother would've been proud of her, he thought, were she still alive. He never really planned to make his mother happy, but it always made things easier on all of them when she was. He had his brother and sister with him, and others as guests to this. Marrying Rosaline in New Zealand had been a decision they'd made together. He'd not cared much for marrying, traditionally, in the gardens of his family manor. He'd done that once already and he hadn't loved her. This was different, this was real and he would have this wedding the way he and Rosaline wanted it, no matter what. He turned around as the wedding march started and smiled, genuinely happy, as he was his minutes away wife, walking toward him.
 
Rosaline started walking down the aisle, and immediately found the eyes of her beloved. This was amazing. The feeling of warmth inside of her heart. She was feeling this again. The black hole of love and desire taking over her as she walked down the aisle, her steps a little on the fast side. She made it to the stand, and grabbed her husbands's hand. Well, soon to be. She was so excited, and one could see that upon her face. Her lips were spread into a smile that would not come off for the life of her. She felt like a little school girl. The minister or whatever they were called started the ceremony. She did not care. She just wanted to say "I do" and start the honeymoon. She had waited this long for their trip. Another few minutes was just torturing her on the inside. How could she let herself plan ahead so quickly? Better yet, would she be able to have children? A part of her wanted to, but another part said to wait. She wanted some time with him on her own first.
 
Abigail Lurken would never understand why she was here right now. She was supporting her aunt, but that was it. She did not want to see a wedding. It just reminded her of her failed marriage. Alas, she sat on the front on the bride's side, and reminded her daughter, Rhea, to be quiet. Sometimes, she looked at her daughter and just hated her. She felt so guilty for thinking that way. All because of her ex-husband. Abbey bowed her head, trying not to bother with some of her thoughts. It was not a good way to celebrate the day of her aunt getting married. She looked up with her purple eyes to watch the two just stare in love with each other. She wanted that. Abbey was scorned for not receiving the life she felt she deserved. She looked over at the groom side, and caught eyes with another male. A cute one. She scoffed and turned her head back toward the ceremony. What was she even doing? Abbey didn't need to be here. She wanted to leave. But her morality forced her feet to stay planted on the ground. She folded her hands on her lap, feeling the material of her pastel green gown. Could this hurry and end now?
 

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