I stood under the old oak tree behind the mansion with the other Professors and the students. My red hair blew gently around my chin. The dress Jean had picked out for me flowing down from my waist. I watched as a tiny petal from the bouquet of flowers I clenched in my pale drifted away past the tree, towards the small lake that rested behind a pile of broken rocks. I felt a tear run down my cheek. I removed one of my hands from the flowers to rest it on my father's ring and small 'x' shaped pendant that hung from my neck.


The percher cuts my thoughts short.

"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."