At the wedding banquet Marvolo took the time to observe his wife.
The raven-haired beauty was fiddling with the only glass of champagne she had been allowed for her age.
Violet looked at him slightly flushed and her green eyes seemed to sparkle mysteriously which Marvolo interpreted as a playful twinkle.
The first dance of the bride and groom felt the small hands on his chest. Marvolo noticed that her thin fingers traced over the fabric of his suit.
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After the banquet Cissy and Bella took Violet to 'his' room as the guests left. The entire ceremony and banquet kept Marvolo thinking about the frail and delicate doll-like figure of his now wife.
As he headed to his room to meet his wife, he saw Cissy and Bella close the door.
"Be nice," Narcissa said clearly, "She's just a girl."
"She is my wife now," Marvolo replied walking to the door ignoring Narcissa and Bella.
He opened the door and entered with his gaze fixed on the delicate witch sitting on his bed waiting for him.
