And then the music picked up, swelling into a beautiful, light melody, and Cho appeared on the blue carpeted aisle, on crutches that Luna – who else? – had painted gaudily silver and tied blue ribbons to, her father hovering with his hand at the small of her back, steadying her. Cho was glowing in a high-collared, sleeveless midnight blue gown that was embroidered all over with a delicate floral pattern in silver thread. It clung to her body tightly down to her hips, outlining every curve, and then gently swirled out to the floor – understated, elegant, feminine, and perfectly Cho. The Ravenclaw's hair was swept up atop her head and held in place by a heavy antique silver hair comb, matching earrings dangling from her ears, a silver cuff on her right wrist. She looked beautiful, and she was smiling at Ron like he was the only person in the world.