December 8th, 1978
Who: Timothy Greengrass and Adamina Hooke
What: Wedding day jitters!
Where: Wedding..place
When: December 8th, 1978



This was supposed to be the happiest day of his life, so why did he feel like he was going to throw up all over the new carpets of the hall. Tim paced in the small room they'd given him, family and friends going in and out without paying much notice to him. Which, he found sort of odd, seeing as it was his wedding day, but it did help with people not noticing the fact that his face was green.

He had to see Mina.

He knew he wasn't supposed to, but she was the only one that would be able to get him to calm down and not throw up. Ryan would probably attempt to get him drunk which---sounded appealing, but was not the best answer to his problems and---and yes---he needed to see her.

Ducking out of the room, Tim hurried down the hallway and around the corner to the bridal suite---thing. Oy, he was going to get sick, he was going to ruin this wedding and---quickly knocking, Tim dropped his forehead to Adamina's door, hand already going to the door knob to push it open, "Mina?"

In a sense, Adamina was ecstatic the other girls had left to go get ready by themselves. She needed to have some alone time anyway. She sat in front of a mirror, fidgeting quickly with the lace on her wedding dress. She was really happy, there was no doubt about that, but she was also really nervous. Her family was being supportive. Somewhat, at least. Everyone was running around like chickens with their heads cut off. It was like this giant gala, when it was really just a family and close friends wedding. Bloody hell, the people who were stressing over this wedding were driving Mina crazy. Couldn't something be simple for once?

Standing up with this notion in mind, Mina started to pace in front of her chair, wringing her hands idly, thinking about what Tim could have possibly been thinking about. As this crossed her mind, she heard a knock on the door and as she went to answer it, she heard that it was Tim and quickly stopped.

"Tim! You can't see me!" she exclaimed before running to the door and holding the knob so he couldn't come in. It wasn't that she didn't want to see him, she just didn't want to make that silly superstition come true. Or really, whatever it was. Plus, she probably looked horribly horrified right then.

The door pushed back and Tim let out a grunt as it stubbed his toes.

"Right---I---" She could hear him through the door, right? He let out a breath and stepped back before turning around to sit at the base of the door. Tim refrained from combing his hands through his hair, because his mother had already fussed with it a few times this morning, so he simply dropped it back against the door, "Am I allowed to talk to you?"

There couldn't be a superstition against that, that could not be helped. What if he wasn't sure where the rings were? Well--he probably wouldn't want to mention that to Adamina half an hour before the ceremony, so he wouldn't talk to her then (Tim's hand went to his chest to pat the pocket and feel the rings--phew), but that had to be okay with the rules of weddings. Were there any more? He knew about the something borrowed, something blue, and...something else, but...he was just going to sit here, for now.

"Should I go?"

She rested against the door for a moment, wondering if it was really okay to talk to him before the wedding. Surely they could, but how would they know they couldn't? Why wasn't there some kind of wedding rule book? It'd probably be good to invest in. Sighing, she heard him sit down on the other side of the door and followed suit, not caring about the dress for now.

"Yes," she said quietly, wanting him to stay there and talk to her. She knew they could calm each other down if they were both nervous. It would be a lot easier to make it through this wedding if she could see her future husband. Sighing, she leaned her head against the door, listening to him breathe.

"Don't leave," she sighed, fluffing her dress up some. "Are you nervous?" she questioned curiously. Mina knew she was more nervous than was really necessary, but she wanted to know if she was nervous for nothing.

Tim opened his mouth to say yes, but paused because he didn't know if that would upset her or not. Wasn't it normal to be nervous? He knew he loved her, he knew that Adamina was the person he wanted to spend his life with, to build his life with, so why was he nervous?

He heard Nick shouting at him, they were too young! There was a war going on! His job didn't pay that well, how were they supposed to survive? Sure Mina had her parents, but Tim never felt good about taking money from them, and--and he wanted to be able to take care of his family, and he really did honestly believe he could.

"Yeah," he responded, shifting to pull his legs underneath him, staring at the door across the hall. "But---it's not the bad kind of nervous?" he tried to explain before she could react and disapparate out of there and leave him at the altar, "It's the---right before a quidditch match, kind of nervous. I think."

She fell silent for a moment thinking about his answer. The kind before a Quidditch match? Did that mean he was really scared or kind of pumped and excited? To her, it didn't really make sense, but she didn't worry about it too much. As long as they would be married by the end of the night, she knew it was right. Who cared if they were too young?

Mina had her own worries about the marriage. Her brother barely approved, but then again, she was independent and she knew what she wanted. Sighing, she smiled slightly and thought about their future together. How amazing was it that she was getting ready to marry the only person in the world she knew she was ready to spend the rest of her life with.

"This is it," she said nervously, hoping that wouldn't scare him off. She wasn't full of a lot of things to say, but at the right moments, she figured she might know what could be said. "This is the first day of the rest of our lives."

Hearing Adamina's words sent a chill through his body. Tim's eyes opened and a small grin crossed his features. He pushed himself up off the ground and turned, putting his hands on the door. The first day of the rest of their lives. He definitely hadn't thought of it like that, not with all his friends hooting and hollering about the old ball and chain.

The first day of the rest of their lives. Today, they could seriously think about their home, they could think about where they would be in one, five, ten, fifty years. Today they could honestly consider what would be a good time to have children, today they were going to be a married couple who loved each other for better, or for worse. Tim had lost so much in his life, his father, his brother, so the thought of being able to create new life with Adamina was absolutely invigorating, and he couldn't believe he'd been nervous about this just five minutes before.

See--he knew he needed to talk to her.

"I love you," he said through the door, moving his face as close as possible. He did not care about any feelings of embarrassment, Tim didn't dare hold back his feelings for Adamina anymore. "I'm ready to be your husband."

Mina could hear every move he made on the other side of the door and when he stood, so did she, her hands touching the door right where it sounded his touched. Her forehead rested against the door lightly as she smiled, listening to him talk. They were getting married soon and then they would have their whole lives ahead of them. Together. That was the most amazing part of all.

Almost as if she could hear the gears turning in Tim's head, Adamina began to get slightly teary eyed, letting a couple tears slip away, followed by a quiet sniffle. There was no denying that this was bound to be the happiest day of her life. For good reason, too. They were about to start their lives together.

"I love you, too," she whispered through the door, holding back tears of happiness. She hadn't meant to be so sappy, but he completely did this to her. And to be honest, she no longer cared of this superstition. She wanted to see him more than ever now. "You stop that. My makeup is going to run," she declared, wiping away her tears, a small smile spreading across her lips.

Letting out a short laugh, Tim nodded, even though she couldn't see him. He felt a lot lighter, glad that he'd made himself nervous enough to come over here. How anyone could be calm and cocky on their wedding day completely alluded him, but Tim was now overcome with a sense of...he wasn't calm, his stomach was still twisting and turning, but he was feeling as if he was doing the right thing. Aha.

"Okay---I'll see you at the end of the aisle," he said, rapping his knuckles lightly on the door before heading back to his suite. Huh. Next time he saw her, she was going to be his wife.

Maybe that's why the superstition had lasted so long. It had pretty awesome results.