i’d marry you with paper rings
CEDRELLA BLACK
"Callidora..." said a teenager with fine chestnut hair, her voice trembling. The door opened, and another young woman, strikingly similar but noticeably a few years older, entered.
“What's wrong, Charis?” Callidora inquired, concerned by her sister's pallor. “Bad news?” Her alarm grew when she noticed the envelope her sister held.
“Father will have a heart attack,” the younger one whispered, trembling, “and mother will never recover...” Tears welled in her eyes, streaming down her cheeks. “Oh!”
“What's the matter, sister, for Merlin's sake?” Callidora insisted, gently closing the door and approaching the distraught girl. “Has someone died?”
“Cedrella is getting married,” she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“And what's wrong with that, Charis? She's eighteen now, it was about time...”
“To a Weasley,” her sister interjected, and Callidora stood frozen, her face stony with an inscrutable expression.
“Oh...” was all she managed to utter after a prolonged silence.
“Do you grasp the gravity of this, sister?” Charis exploded suddenly. “They'll erase her from the tapestry!”
“Shh, Charis, mother and father might hear you!”
“I don't care!” she cried out. “If they erase Cedrella from the tapestry, we'll never see her again!”
“Of course we will, silly,” Callidora tried to reassure her, though not very convincingly. The Weasley family were well-known blood traitors, and things among the Blacks were very clear regarding those type of wizards.
“At the risk of us vanishing from the family tree as well, sister.”
At this, the elder sister was at a loss for words. She loved Cedrella, but her name on the tapestry was something she was proud of, and she wasn't willing to lose it because of her sister's whim.
“What if we try to convince her not to marry?” she suggested, seeing no other way out.
“Too late,” Charis indicated, lifting the letter she still held tightly. “They're getting married today... If they haven't already.”
Hardly had she said that when there was a kind of explosion downstairs, and both sisters rushed down to see what was happening. They found their mother's favourite tea set shattered on the floor, and their father, pale, staring at a small section of the tapestry. The two sisters didn't need to look towards that spot to confirm what was happening, but they did so anyway.
A thin golden thread connected Cedrella's name to "Septimus Weasley".
“Father...” Charis began to speak, but he cut her off firmly.
“I don't know that girl, and both of you had better not remember she exists,” he stated coldly, raising his wand and aiming it at the tapestry. His wife cried harder with each passing second, but he wasn't going to back down. “Lysandra, my dear, calm down... That wretch is not our son-in-law, and that traitor will never again call us parents.”
And with that, a faint ray of violet light shot from his wand, striking Cedrella's image on the tapestry. He had nipped the problem in the bud, and no matter how much those three women behind him cried, he wasn't going to regret it.