The garden was beautiful. A gauzy, open-sided gazebo similar to the one they'd used at Bill and Fleur's wedding only smaller was erected in the garden. There were magical red and blue flames darting like little will-o-the-wisps beneath the roof of the gazebo, and an arch had been constructed at the far end, transfigured red climbing roses winding up it, their scent perfuming the air. Plain white chairs were lined up in two narrow groups to form an aisle from the back of the gazebo to the rose-bedecked arch, and the chairs on the inside of the aisle were festooned with gauzy dark blue ribbons and more scarlet roses. The aisle was a blue carpet leading from the back porch to the arch, and was sprinkled along the sides with rose petals.