They marry in July, when their school robes are still warm, when the ink on their diplomas has not yet dried. Lily's dress is held up by blue fibulas, Marlene's magic sparking from them. 'It's a muggle custom', she says, and fixes Sirius' tie. She smiles and slips one of her earrings into his hands. 'You need something old.' She kisses James' hand, baring his family ring.