Harry nervously flattened his hair as he stood under the flowery altar waiting for the Musica to to start. His best friend Ron was standing beside him, tugging at the collare of his black dress robes, obviously the heat was bothering him. Harry flattened his hair again.
“Seriously Harry stop it! You're making me nervous and I'm not even getting married! Oh and one più thing. I know this is completely the worst time to tell te this, but if te hurt my sister i will kill you!” Ron whispered to Harry, this time tugging on the fiore pinned to his robes. Harry guessed that was bothering him...