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—wedding bells—
Doris Purkiss dreamed of wedding bells.
—a sigh—
A sigh escaped from her lips as she fluttered her eyelids at the poster on the wall, taking in the silver eyes and black locks of Stubby Boardman, the lead singer of the Hobgoblins, as one of his fellow bandmates hung off his shoulder, grinning ear to ear as he threw out a peace sign which was, from what Doris heard, popular among Muggle bands, while the other two hung back.
“Wedding bells,” Doris sighed before letting out a giggle and rolling onto her back, the pillow from her bed in her arms squeezed tightly as she imaged—
—a white wedding gown, the front cut low but not too low, while the sleeves were entirely of lace. The same lace appeared in the middle layer of the skirt, underneath the one cut to drape over, while the bottom layer went further down, covering the pure white shoes, which matched the pureness of the event.
And a bouquet of pure white flowers, even one that wouldn ’t usually be white as Doris focused on how precious, how delicate, how—everything, her wedding to Stubby Boardman would be as his music played in the background, the music he’d written in response to his love for her, every song inspired by her.
—another sigh—
And a roll of the eyes into the back of her head at the excitement of the groom walking down the aisle with his best men as her heart fluttered and she fanned herself with a gloved hand.
“After all, such divine locks of hair, such divine silver eyes. And that smile!”
—yet another sigh—
Doris fluttered her hand in front of her.
“Not that I have to imagine that smile!”
She had, after all, recognized the eyes, those beautiful silver eyes at school. There were even those curling black locks, but nobody else recognized the fact he was, in fact, Stubby Boardman.
“As such, we are soul mates, soul mates quite divine!” Doris thought to herself, rolling back over to restart the record.
“Are you still mooning over Boardman?”
“We’re going to get married,” Doris said, sitting up, hugging her pillow while her sister looked on, obviously lacking her sister’s enthusiasm.
“Of course you are.”
“So you finally believe me?” Doris asked.
“Of course not,” her sister said. “I’m being sarcastic.”
“Oh, come on! It really is Stubbyboardman!”
“And I remember you walking up to Sirius Black, announcing your love for Stubbyboardman.”
“He said he also loves the Hobgoblins, but his name isn’t Sirius Black! It’s Stubby Boardman!”
“I am super thankful it didn’t click with him that you thought he was Stubbyboardman, sis!”
“What do you mean it didn’t click!” Doris let out a huff. “Of course it did! He can’t be open about his love for me or that he’s really Stubbyboardman.”
“Sis, you are delusional,” Doris’ sister sighed. “And an embarrassment.”
“You’re just jealous Stubby is in love with me and not you!”
“Sure,” her sister said, shaking her head. “Sure, he’d be in love with his personal stalker, who can’t even properly stalk him because she’s confused another poor boy for being him.”
Doris ’ mouth twisted into a frown, and then the pillow she hugged flew through the air. Her sister dodged, letting it hit the door. “You don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“No. You need to get your head out of the clouds!” her sister said before walking away.