Lyall and Hope had been seeing each other almost two years when Lyall made up his mind. He wanted to marry Hope, he wanted her to be his forever. However, it wasn’t as easy as just declaring his love and proposing her in marriage. Lyall was a Wizard and Hope was a Muggle and therefor he had to apply to break the statute of secrecy.
This is what brought him into an elevator early on a Wednesday morning hurtling down to the bottom floor of The Ministry of Magic.
He thought briefly about the irony of the Muggle Marriage office being at the bottom, it wasn’t something people thought proudly on, Wizard marrying a Muggle. However, if you could pass all tests and provide all the proper paper work it was usually granted.
Lyall stepped off the elevator and proceeded to the older wizard at the desk.
“Name of you and name of impending spouse?” he drawled not even looking up.
“Erm – Lyall Lupin and Hope Howell.” he said quickly as a quill took it down before shoving the paper into his hands.
“Go, sit, fill out pages one through twenty-four and then return it to me”
Lyall groaned as he slumped into a chair. Twenty four pages, and this is just step one. He thought as he started answering mundane questions.
Lyall went back to the desk forms, copies of identification for both of them and a recent picture of Hope in hand. He was directed into the next room. Here he had to immerse himself fully into a tub of water. This water would wash away any enchantments to prove that this person was marrying a muggle out of true want and that they are who they say they are.
Lyall stepped into the tub his shoes making a loud clunk as they reached the bottom of the large tub. He sat down, held his breath and laid all the way back, he counted to ten as instructed and he felt the water become warm and tingly before cooling off again. He stepped out, pointed his wand at his hair and slowly trailed it down his body drying himself quickly.
Lyall headed back to the desk where he had to repeat verbally around half of the information on his forms. Including properly identifying his wife based on the picture he handed in previously.
Lastly, he had to endure the test he least looked forward to. The man took him into a room opposite the tub room and sat him in a chair. He passed him a small vial of clear serum.
“Drink up” the old man said with a cock eyed grin.
It took a few minutes until Lyall felt it. However going down it tasted sour, then burned and it made him feel nauseous and light headed, he gripped the arms of the chair and blinked rapidly, shaking his head to clear the fog.
“What is your name” the man asked.
“Lyall Lupin”
“Why are you here?”
“To gain permission to marry Hope Howell”
“Why do you want to marry her”
“Because she loves me, and who wouldn’t love her, she is so sweet, kind hearted, her accent makes me smile, her eyes make me lost, she is the best kind of person.”
After many more questions and many truthful answers Lyall Lupin left the office with permission to marry the woman of his dreams, but first she had to accept that he was a Wizard.
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