The wedding was approaching and it was happening way too fast. It didn't help that her father was still making subtle 'but he's halfblood' comments. She knew that he was just grateful he wasn't muggleborn at this point though and the fact Finn had graduated from Durmstrang definitely was a good mark against him if he had to be a 'foreigner'.

It also did not help that Pandora was convinced that Finn would drop dead on their wedding day because she was sure that she was cursed. But each time she wanted to call the whole thing off, either sense was talked into her or she would remember Finns smile and the resolute fact that she wanted with every fiber of her being to be Mrs. Finn Falk - had fought against her father to be so - occurred and now the wedding would be coming.

"Finn!" She said as she was led to the parlor that he had been placed. "Are you hungry? I can have Bertha bring us some sandwiches or cookies." She had barely waited for an answer before she was sending the maid named Bertha to do just that.

In the very far back of her mind, Pandora knew her fears were probably irrational. But that did not stop her from having them or being quite sure that one day she would wake up to the news that something horrid had befallen her fiance.

She settled onto the seat opposite him and gave him a smile. "You look like you have something on your mind," she said after looking at him for a moment. She had no idea what that would possibly be and nothing immediately came to mind. Perhaps something to do with his brothers, she thought to herself.

"What makes you think I have anything on my mind?" The blonde asked as she watched Bertha set out their refreshments. "I'm planning a wedding - that tends to make a woman anxious." Of course, it wasn't just that but how could she come out and say what her true fears were? Pandora simply did not think it possible.

Pandora could not lie to him so when he asked if that was all, she stayed silent before shaking her head. "No. No, it isn't. But you will tell me I'm being silly if I tell you!" It was what her mother had said when she told the older woman her fears. "You'll laugh."

He seemed to really want to know and it was only right she tell him. She should have told him sooner, she thought. He deserved to know that marrying her almost guaranteed his death. "I am cursed. If you marry me, I am quite certain you will drop dead on our wedding day," she said, completely serious.

"No, none have," Pandora said. She was not one to make enemies except for the fact she had had chosen a halfblood to wed. And that could not be the issue since this had been happening since her very first beau. "I do not know what it is but everytime I have seriously cared for a man - he ends up dead! How can I not think of myself as cursed?"

"And have someone look at me like I'm crazy and have it said in Witch Weekly that I am?" Pandora asked, aghast at the very idea of that magazine seizing onto this. "They would need to be discreet."

"And that care is why I am marrying you despite everything," Pandora said, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. "Now have some tea, we imported this right from China!" It was the kind that had a flower open up at the bottom and Pandora rather liked it.