Post by Ondina Nell Weasley on Aug 13, 2021 7:58:45 GMT -7
i dare you.
march 15th 2026THE STACK OF NEWSPAPERS WERE HEAVY IN Ondina's slim, weak arms as she juggled them alongside a magicked shopping bag. Her face red from the mild exertion as she threw open the front door and rushed inside, heels clacking as she rushed through the dimly lit hallway in search of her husband-to-be. "Renard!" She very nearly screeched, dumping the shopping bag by the kitchen door and throwing the stack of newspapers on to the first countertop.
"Merlin- Get in here!" She called out of the door, grabbing one of the papers and breathing a little heavy from just the excitement of it all. Ondina had been determined to have her wedding announced with great fanfare, her mind wandering aimlessly back to that brief encounter with Grey Slater - in all his bitter glory. How he'd been sure she couldn't get a spread, maybe a footnote if she were lucky. Well, he'd certainly been shown, she thought. Reminding herself, as she straightened up the pile of Daily Prophet newspapers, to send one specifically to him when she found a moment.
Pouring herself a glass of filtered water, Ondina opened the first paper to the announcement, her picture spread wide under the headline. Though it gave her pause, she expected nothing less. Grey had been right, there was no reason for a wedding to be spread across the Daily Prophet. However, there was news in Blishwick's Matchmaking. Ondina's excitement soured slightly, but not a lot. Her picture soothed the slight just a little bit. Over her shoulder, she heard Renard enter the room. "Take a look at this." She slapped him on the chest with it, the paper crinkling as she slid past him to grab another for herself. "Do we get a discount on the match for advertising for him?" She drawled spitefully.