I sit at my perch, where I have been left, where I am meant to be. My life has but one purposeóto look beautiful. I was designed a butterfly, to display on a wedding cake, but no one really notices me. Iím part of the decorations on an important day, but there are more important things to watch than me. I know this because I am watching too.
The church is packed. Someone left the kitchen door ajar and I can see into the congregation. I can see the bride and the groom.
The bride is beautiful. Her blonde hair glistens in the lights, hanging to her waist. She looks happy. She looks to her groom with love in her eyes. But I canít help thinking her place in life is not much different than mine. Sheís meant to be beautiful, to stand by her husband. Her role allows for little more.
I donít get this sense from her husband. He seems to love her, too. Itís funny how little love actually matters. Itís funny how little the bride and groom matter, even on their special day.
As I watch they are not the ones in the spotlight. Their parents are being congratulated because their children are marrying well. The brideís elder sister attracts more attention even on this special occasion. Yet, the two lovers donít seem to care. Theyíre eyes hardly leave each other as they wait for the ceremony to begin.
Their parents talk, planning their future, discussing grandchildren and heirs, all at the altar. The sister exchanges glances with large, scary looking men, planning for a battle.
The young couple doesnít seem to notice any of this. They only care about themselves and their love. If only it could stay that way. Watching their family, I didnít think theyíd make it.
As I watched the wedding ceremony of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, I sincerely hoped that I was wrong.