When they were all through, Deidamia fussed over the wedding gown. It was a diabolical concoction that had taken about twenty minutes to get on. The figure-hugging dress was a size too small for Astoria’s body, leaving Hermione a little out of breath. Over the pearl-encrusted bodice was laced a giant overskirt that cascaded in layers to the floor and for metres behind her. She was wider than some doors in the full get-up. To top it all off was a cathedral-length veil, a nod to the non-existent innocence of the bride. Hermione held back a snort of derisive laughter as she pulled the gauzy fabric over her face.