simon’s speech at penelope and micah’s wedding
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for @oohmurder, first place winner of my fic giveaway! please enjoy! :)
“I’ve gotta say, it’s a little bit scary to see you in a wedding dress, Pen. It makes me feel like an adult,” Simon laughed, then stood up.
“I’ve known Penny for a long time.” It was a simple way to start a speech, tried and true, but Simon still found the words sticking like honey in the back of his throat. “When I first met her, she’d been warned to stay away from me. She said her mother told her I was dangerous, and I was! I was scared and frazzled and always on the verge of something crazy. That’s why she hung out with me, I suppose. Because she was the opposite– scared of nothing. Prepared for anything, smart as a whip and capable as a little girl could be. The only thing frazzled about her was her hair.” A small laugh from the audience. Simon gulped.
“When I met Penny, she was this tiny, pudgy little kid, and her glasses were too big for her face, and her opinions were sometimes too big for her brain to know how to say. My magic was too big for my body and she saw that, she saw how it was squeezed into me like you’d squeeze into a too-small pair of jeans, and she saw how much it hurt. Just by association, Penny has almost died more times than I could count, but she always stuck around.”
“She’s always known better than me, too. Most of those times, I would have died if not for her, if we’re being honest. She’s been the one, when I need it most, to look me in the eyes and tell me, ‘Chosen One my ass. You’re Simon first and foremost. You’re a person before you’re a prophecy.’ I know I’ll never be able to thank her enough for that.”
“I won’t lie. When I first heard about the wedding, my emotion was panic. I mean, how are you meant to cope when the only thing that’s been keeping you sane since you were eleven is shipping itself off to America? That’s insane. I didn’t know who I was without you, Penelope Bunce, and I’m still not sure that I do. But what I know for absolutely sure is that you deserve to be the happiest person on the planet. And if America is going to make that happen, if Micah is going to make that happen, then it’s the obvious choice, and I couldn’t ask for anything more. Besides,” Simon paused, and squeezed Baz’s shoulder. “You’ve left me in capable hands.”
“I guess what I’m trying to say is that friendships grow and change and evolve, just like people do. We’ve gone from first-years to celebrities to flatmates to this, now– grown ups, if you must (although I’m not sure that’s entirely true in my case). But love stays the same, and there will never be a day when I don’t love you, Penny, or when you’re not the best friend I’ve ever had. I’m so happy for you and Micah (though I fear for the sanity of your future children sometimes). I’m so happy that you get to go to a whole, huge country and start brand new, leave all these bad memories behind and raise a family and- shit, I’m choking up. You and Micah were made for each other, Pen, and so were we.”
“So cheers, I guess, to love in all its forms. To Penny and Micah, whose love came out of a storybook. To the love of friends, close enough to be family. To the love of adventure that we shared as youth, and the love of peace that we share now, and most importantly, to the love of each other, which I hope we never lose.” Simon raised his glass, but no one else did. They were too busy cheering.