Amber The Sour-Puss

Hermione was almost ready when the door to her room opened. Amber Nott walked in and was definitely in a sour mood. All four women turned to face her.

"Hello," Amber greeted, rather stiffly, "I'm here to help." Whatever she said, she clearly didn't want to do anything of the sort.

Hermione looked behind her at Ginny, Luna, and Lavender, unsure what to say. They were practically finished with Hermione, and there wasn't anything for Amber to help with.

"Um..." Ginny started, standing up, "well, we finished Hermione's dress and makeup. But, we will need help getting her to the starting point at the aisle. It would be wonderful if you could assist us with that," she smiled. "The dress is ridiculously heavy, and I can't pick up heavy things." She pointed to her baby bump like it wasn't noticeable.

"Great," Amber mumbled, "I'll just...wait here then." She took a seat by herself on a bench and waited, while Ginny, Hermione and Lavender stared at each other, their eyebrows raising so high, that they threatened to come off. Luna was content and as oblivious to everything around her as ever.