Waiting for her at the end of the aisle was Tom, donning a green robe that was not so dissimilar to the black one he usually wore, save for the long, winding silver snakes that had been embroidered along the sleeves. No doubt a mark of his heritage as the heir of Salazar Slytherin. And behind him was a white-haired old man who looked as though he might be at least two-hundred years old. She could only assume that he was the officiant.