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"What do you mean July 31st isn't my birthday?!" Harry exclaimed.
The wixen lawyer sighed as he tried to console his client.
"You need a copy of your birth certificate for your ceremony, since the original, ahem, gotdestroyedinyourhousefireafteryourparentsweremurdered. The one that we have on file," they brandished the paper, "says right here that you were born on December 31st, not July 31st."
"But...but...." he stammered.
"The wedding has to be called off!" Lavender cried. Harry narrowed his eyes at his fiancée's girlfriend.
"Why?! Parvati and I are in love! We've been engaged for months!" But Parvati was shaking her head.
"She's right, Harry. I'm an Aquarius; I could never be married to a Capricorn! This relationship was doomed from the start!" With a dramatic sigh, Parvati fainted back into Lavender's arms.
"The stars are not in position for this ceremony!" Lavender decreed as she began to drag Parvati out of the office.
"What does that even mean?!" Harry yelled.
"STARS!" Lavender hollered back.
"Can't do it," the lawyer added with a shrug.
"Not today?" Harry asked, looking between the three. They all shook their heads at him.
"Not EVER!" Parvati replied as she woke up promptly from her fainting spell before immediately fainting again. The door slammed shut and the lawyer sighed again.
"It's almost a shame that all wixen marriages follow strict astrological compatibility," they sighed.
"They do what now?!" Harry was dumbstruck. "Why didn't anyone tell me about this sooner?"
"Don't fret, Mr Potter," he replied. "The positive side of this situation is that now you're highly compatible with Mx Blaise Zabini!"
"Wait, really?"