The wedding ceremony had been nothing short of magical, but the true celebration was only just beginning. As the sun set over the Malverne estate, the grand ballroom came to life with soft golden lights and floating candles, casting a warm glow over the elegantly decorated space.
The guests had gathered, their robes shimmering under the enchanted ceiling, which reflected a starry night sky. The tables were adorned with silver and emerald centerpieces, representing both House Malverne and House Greengrass, while the Ravenclaw sigil was proudly displayed above the main stage.
At the center of it all, Ezekiel and Daphne sat together at the head table, officially husband and wife.
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The reception began with the traditional first dance of the newlyweds.
As the music started, Ezekiel stood, extending his hand to Daphne. She took it without hesitation, her emerald-green gown flowing as he led her onto the dance floor.
All eyes were on them as they moved in perfect sync, the air around them filled with a soft magical glow. Ezekiel's hand rested firmly on Daphne's waist, pulling her closer as they danced. It was a dance not just of tradition, but of promise—of devotion.
"Are you enjoying yourself, my wife?" Ezekiel whispered into her ear, a smirk playing on his lips.
Daphne chuckled softly. "I am. And you, my husband?"
"More than I expected," he murmured, brushing his lips against her temple.
As the song ended, the crowd erupted into applause, and soon, others joined them on the dance floor.
Alys and Adrian Selwyn were among the first, with Alys practically dragging him along. Fleur, to Ezekiel's amusement, was immediately approached by multiple suitors—all of whom she effortlessly dismissed.
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After the dancing, it was time for the toasts.
Adrian Selwyn, as the best man, stood first. Lifting his glass, he smirked at Ezekiel before speaking.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I've known Ezekiel for years, and if there's one thing I can say about him, it's that he always wins—whether it's in Quidditch, in duels, or, apparently, in securing one of the most brilliant witches of our generation."
Laughter echoed through the hall as Daphne smirked, raising an eyebrow at Ezekiel.
Adrian continued, "In all seriousness, I've never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at Daphne. And if there's one person who can match his ambition, his sharp wit, and his unshakable resolve, it's her. So, here's to Lord and Lady Malverne—may your union be as unbreakable as the magic that binds you!"
The hall filled with cheers as everyone raised their glasses.
Next, Cyrus Greengrass, Daphne's father, stood to speak.
"Daphne has always been one to defy expectations, and this marriage is no exception. When I first learned about the ancient contract, I worried about her happiness, but seeing her today, I know there was never anything to fear. She has found her match in Ezekiel, just as he has found his in her. May your future be filled with prosperity, love, and strength."
Daphne squeezed Ezekiel's hand under the table, a silent acknowledgment of her father's words.
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As the evening continued, Ezekiel and Daphne stole a moment alone on the balcony, away from the bustling crowd.
The cold night air was crisp, but neither seemed to mind.
Daphne leaned against the stone railing, gazing at the snow-covered landscape. "It still feels surreal," she murmured.
Ezekiel stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "That we're married?"
She nodded. "That, and everything else. It all happened so fast."
He pressed a kiss against the side of her neck, his breath warm against her skin. "No regrets?"
Daphne turned in his arms, looking up at him with a soft smile. "None."
Ezekiel leaned down, capturing her lips in a slow, lingering kiss. She melted into him, her fingers curling into the fabric of his robes.
"You're mine now, Daphne," he murmured against her lips. "And I am yours."
"Always," she whispered before pulling him in for another kiss.
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As the night went on, the celebration reached its peak.
Fleur, despite her initial reluctance, eventually joined Alys and Elena on the dance floor.
Adrian was caught in a drinking contest with a few Durmstrang guests, determined to prove that British wizards could hold their liquor.
Ezekiel and Daphne were constantly approached by guests, receiving well-wishes and promises of alliances from various noble families.
By the time the final toast was raised and the last dance was performed, it was clear—their wedding had been nothing short of legendary.
As they left the reception hall hand in hand, heading towards their private chambers, Ezekiel whispered in her ear.
"The real celebration starts now, my love."
Daphne smirked. "I was hoping you'd say that."
With that, they stepped into the night, ready to begin their life together.
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