"I could just imagine the ridiculous get-up he'd wear to the wedding too—which would likely be held in the Manor gardens for maximum impact and exposure—flowing ivory silk robes, no doubt, with a million pearl buttons, and gold thread embroidery, and tassels and ruffles and frills and epaulettes and matching top hat and diamanté studded spats over white snakeskin brogues, and ever-so-smooth breeches that hugged his thighs and cinched in at his waist"
From Chapter 7 of "On the First Day of Christmas, a Pureblood gave to me... " by MaesterChill on AO3
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