Lily Evans looked nervously in the mirror, straightening the skirt of her dress. She wanted to look perfect and, in her opinion, she did not look perfect in any way at all.

"Did I put too much mascara on?" she said worriedly, leaning in to study her face. "I think I put too much mascara on."

"You look fine," her friend and Maid of Honor Mary MacDonald assured her. "Perfect. I only hope I look as good as you do on my wedding day."

"What was I thinking choosing this dress?" Lily wailed. She stared in horror at the white dress she was wearing. It's simple lines accentuated her figure and made her look an awful lot like a princess.

"What are you talking about?" Mary asked. "That dress is gorgeous! You look amazing in it!"

"Why didn't I go with that other one Tuney suggested?"

"Because Tuney suggested it. It was hideous; it looked more like a giant doily than a dress."

"But maybe James likes fancier dresses!"

"I don't think James cares what the dress looks like."

"He does, I know it!" Lily said, now truly panicked. "I'm getting married in twenty minutes and my groom is going to hate my dress!"

"I don't hate it," the groom in question said, quietly closing the door behind him. "You look amazing, Lil."

Lily and Mary both turned to greet James Potter, the man Lily was going to be walking down the aisle towards in a mere matter of minutes.

"Can't you do anything about your hair?" Mary complained, rushing to his side with a comb. She began brushing furiously but gave up when it became apparent that James' hair was not going to lie flat.

"You look great," Lily smiled. James grinned and walked over to where she stood on from of the mirror.

"I can't believe I'm getting married," he said, slipping his arm around Lily's waist. "Goodbye freedom, hello enslavement."

Lily swatted at him, but James ducked to avoid it. "Idiot," she muttered, fastening a pair of earrings to her earlobes.

"You'll never believe who's here," James said conversationally.

"Please don't tell me Tuney invited Vernon," Lily said suddenly, freezing. Vernon Dursley was the boyfriend of Lily's sister Petunia, and Lily had never met anyone quite so horrible in her whole life.

"No, nothing like that," James assured her. "No, Professor Kitridge came. You remember her?"

"Taught us Divination," Mary said suddenly. "Yeah, I do remember."

"Anyways," James continued, "so that got me thinking, and... I think we really owe her a thank you."

"Why?" Lily asked, throughly bemused.

"Well, if it weren't for her, it's possible this wouldn't have happened."

"How d'you mean?"

Marry giggled and took a step forward. "I'm seeing love, true love," she said in an airy voice, clearly an imitation of the Professor's. "A red- headed girl, L.P.!"

"And didn't she later predict that your last name was going to be Potter?" James asked, pulling Lily into his arms.

"Looks like she wasn't a fraud at all," Mary said, pulling Lily out of James' grasp and giving her a pair of white high heels. "We were too hard on her."

"Personally, I'm very grateful for her," James said, a mock- seriousness to his voice. "I think I should send her a potted plant as a symbol of my gratitude."

Mere meters away, sitting in a golden seat in the tent where the wedding ceremony was to take place, Professor Marie Kitridge smiled knowingly.