When the Evans girls were little, they each had charm bracelets and would buy charms for each other for every occasion - birthdays, Christmas, vacations, just because. At the time it didnât seem like a big thing, but it was nice, having something for just the two of them, some piece of fancy jewelry they could wear when they played wedding under the big oak tree and promised to be each otherâs Maid of Honor, some bond between the two of them that seemed as unbreakable as the metal of their charms.
Years later, Lily decided that her old bracelet, silver and gold and heavy with charms - would be just the thing to wear on her wedding day. Tuney wasnât invited - not that sheâdâve come anyway, not that sheâdâve willingly spent that much time with freaks - no muggles were invited, not even her parents, because it just wasnât safe. Instead, the Evansâ and Potters had come over for tea a few weeks before the wedding. Instead, Sirius would be walking Lily down the aisle before taking his place as Jamesâ best man, more of a sibling to Lily than Tuney was. Instead, Lily would have no Maid of Honor at her wedding. Instead, sheâd have her three best friends as bridesmaids, and the bracelet from her sister as a piece of her family.
Lilyâs dress was floor length, which she figured meant she could wear whatever shoes she wanted. Marlene bought her some deep brown combat boots, and together with Mary, Lily embroidered panels of flowers to cover the sides, while Dorcas crocheted her laces out of fine white yarn. To finish them off, each girl carved her favorite swear word into the soles, and Lily christened them her stomping boots.
They were colorful, and fun, and after the wedding Lily intended to wear them to fight in when the Order called for her. The shoes, Lily decided, were the perfect thing to get married in - uniquely pretty, but with spunk, and fitting for a wartime wedding. The first time Lily wore them was on her wedding day, and a month later, they were completely broken in, she was fighting so much.
Lilyâs dress was not made for her. Sheâdâve had one made, as money wasnât an issue, but by then Diagon Alley was too dangerous to walk through and she didnât want to put a seamstress in danger by bringing them to the flat she lived in with the girls. And anyways, Mrs. Potter didnât have a daughter to pass the family dress down to, and she was offering, and the dress was wonderful. Timeless really, all creamy white and thin, thin lace with three quarter sleeves and a bodice that hugged her tight before falling down past her feet in soft waves.
And so, instead of buying a new dress off the rack like Tuney had done, or having one made like James had suggested, Lily wore her mother in lawâs wedding dress and her own motherâs wedding shawl and embroidered the ends of her long, long veil to match her boots, not that anyone would be able to tell anyways, and she was radiant.
James had picked out Lilyâs ring, and the stone in the center was a blue green gem, so for a while she considered making that her something blue, until her mother told her it simply wouldnât do. Then she thought some of the flowers sheâd embroidered could be her blue, but Mary did not agree. Dorcas said the topaz in her bracelet from Tuney wasnât enough, and Marlene laughed in her face when she said sheâd just go hide in a freezer for a while and become blue all over. Finally, shockingly, Sirius thought of a solution right as she gave up and decided to walk down the aisle without completing the set.
He slipped a sky blue handkerchief into her hand and winked, and maybe she had used it to dab at her eyes when she teared up during Jamesâ vows, and maybe she had had to pass it to him when he started outright sobbing during hers, but all anyone who had attended the wedding had to say was that the ceremony was beautiful and they had all shed a tear or two for such young love, in danger every morning when Lily pulled on her boots and every night when James inevitably misplaced his specs.
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