The Locke's were a very wealthy family with ties and connections to various other families including the Malfoys, Zabini's and Greengrass's. After her Father's passing she took over the family enterprises, receiving help from Lucius Malfoy, her Fat...
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A/N: I didn't know if I should pick out shoes or not lol. Once again feel free to imagine the dress however you wish, I simply found these and thought this look would be cute on Ellie.
I was going for a sort of ethereal look mixed with a sort of cottagecore style. I don't know if I accomplished it but also here are bridesmaid dresses.
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A/N: Okay I'm done now, enjoy!
Four years after Hogwarts.
I sit quietly in the chair in front of my vanity. My nerves have been making me fidgety, so I busy myself by toying with a hair elastic.
The girls are all chatting behind me, Daphne and Ginny talking about Theo and Harry. Luna -my maid of honor- is sitting in a chair in the corner, watching me with a soft smile. Hermione is curling the ends of my hair, which has grown out, falling a few inches past my shoulders.
I bounce my leg as she stares at me in the mirror, her eyes worried.
She had asked me multiple times if I was alright, I didn't want to admit how nervous I was, so I told her I was fine.
I twist my ring around my finger as I wait for her to be done. My eyes glancing over at my dress -hung on the door, still in it's bag- every few seconds.
Would he like it? I liked it, the girls had assured me that, that was all that mattered. However I wanted everything to be perfect, which meant I wanted him to think it was perfect as well.
" I might 'accidently' stab you with the iron if you don't stop." Hermione says, rather aggressively.
I frown at her in the mirror and her face softens " Are you alright?" she asks. I nod swiftly, letting out a sigh and she frowns " Are you sure?" she asks.
I nod " Nervous, just nervous." I say quietly, looking up at her.
She smiles, waiting to see if I'll continue. I sigh " I want everything to be perfect, I want him to think It's perfect." I say calmly.
