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Oliver had been sick for one day and was already feeling better. Percy said it was the chicken soup his mother had made. He was confident of it, as it was the soup she always made for them when he was younger and one of the siblings had been sick. However, Oliver had the opinion that it was Percy's good caretaking that had made sure he was already feeling better. Obviously, the both thought differently about the matter.
"Percy?" Oliver sat wrapped in a blanket on the couch with a few Quidditch magazines.
"Yes, Oliver?" Percy looked up from the book he had been reading.
"Are you really okay with the location we picked? I mean, it still is an emotional place to you considering... You know." Oliver looked away, staring out of the window instead.
"The more reason to pick the location. This way Fred will be there, in which way possible. Plus, it's the family home and I know that my mom would be very disappointed if we didn't hold our wedding there. She has been planning everyone's wedding from the moment we were born, no matter who they would marry." Percy smiled, albeit sadly. He missed Fred and he felt guilty, still, after all the time that had passed.
"Good. I like Molly." Oliver smiled and started reading his magazines again. Percy smiled as well.
Yes, holding the wedding at the burrow would definitely be amazing, wonderful and certainly good. His mother wouldn't have wanted it to be anything else.