2. A complete disregard for colour theory.a. One bride in ivory and the other in cream?! Need I say more. I need not.     i. But I’ll die if I don’t.     ii. There are fifteen bridesmaids, none of whom coordinated on dresses. Or shoes. Or hair. Or accessories. It’s awful. It’s worse than a Fourth Year Yule Ball group photo.b. The flowers! Just... every flower. All mashed together. Horrid. I think they went into the florist, said, "One of everything, good sir!" and left.c. The reception is a potluck.     i. Outdoors. In a hay field. In summer.     ii. There’s a platter of devilled eggs that will be sentient by the time the ceremony is over.     iii. The local delicacy looks to be food poisoning with a side of "Is this a hair?"     iv. I didn’t know it was a potluck and showed up empty-handed. As did Potter. But I have manners, so I’m properly humiliated.