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Marcelina had her eye on Scorpius for a while now. She knew her friend long enough to know when he was up to something. As he didn’t notice her when she stepped in beside him, Marcie followed her gaze - not surprised that he was eyeing the centre pieces. After all, she didn’t bully the wedding planner into a nearly early grave for the decorations to be ugly. “Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy,” she gave him a look. “If you steal so much as a flower petal tonight, I will cut off your hands with a plastic knife, knuckle by knuckle. Do you understand me?” she tilted her head to the side and took a sip of her wine. “I can give you something tomorrow morning, though.”
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Scorpius couldn’t help the laugh that left him at Marcie’s words. “Were these your doing?” he asked, pointing at the center piece. “I knew it. This place is looks too amazing to be anybody else,” he said. He let out an mused snort, “Oh, I couldn’t. I already have too much shit to unpack, I don’t need to be collecting things. But you will tell me every single wedding planning detail, I'm practically starving for someone to feed my own delusions.”













