The hustle and bustle going on two floors below heralded the arrival of a new day at the Burrow. And it was not just any day, Ginny recalled. No, today was the day the finishing touches would be done on the alterations to her gaudy, gold bridesmaid’s gown. The gown couldn’t be altered enough, in Ginny’s estimation; when she wore it, she felt like a cast-off from the Fountain of Magical Brethren.
Today, too, was the day when Phl -- no Fleur (Ginny had been making a conscious effort to stop referring to her future sister-in-law in such a slimy manner) -- when Fleur would hopefully make a final decision regarding what type of cake was to be served this Saturday, following the wedding ceremony. Mrs. Weasley had spent the two days prior trying to satisfy her future daughter-in-law’s finicky tastes, with little luck.
The first cake Mrs. Weasley produced had a scrumptious layer of creamy icing, which Fleur proclaimed was “too ‘eavy”, while the next sample was “far too reech”. Through gritted teeth, Mrs. Weasley told Fleur that she’d keep trying to find “zee perfect cake”, but secretly she was envisioning Fleur’s flawless features drenched in cake batter. Ginny had laughed when her mum confided this to her, in spite of the fact that she had promised acceptance of the fussy Fleur into the Weasley clan.