Chapter 133 - – Not Stupid (2/2)
”Ah, Prince leaving so soon?” A masculine voice drawled from behind.
A flash of coldness can be seen in Reginald's eyes as he turns to face the speaker of the voice. ”Yes, I must get the children home as my wife and sister are expecting us,” Reginald most politely replied without a trace of his dislike heard in his voice.
The handsome dark-haired man with elegant features flickers his gray eyes over the Prince twins. ”Yes, well, I'm sure they can manage a minute or two,” Orion Black said as he seemingly brushed a snowflake from his fine cloak.
From behind Orion the sharp features of Walburga Black can be seen as she keeps a hand on your youngest son's shoulder, Regulus Black as her eldest, Sirius trails behind her. Pursing her lips in distaste, Walburga's eyes flicker over the half-blood Prince grandchildren. Keeping a sneer from her face, Walburga's gray eyes flicker towards her husband as if warning him to be quick about it.
”And what is that you wish to know, Black?” Said, Reginald barley keeping the contempt out of his voice.
Orion's face tightens as he asks, ”I can correctly assume you are to be in attendance for my cousin's betrothal?”
”I shall be present with my wife or that of my sister, but I hardly think that is any of your concern, Black.”
”It is of my concern as it is family. But I suppose you wouldn't know anything about that, would you now, Prince? ”The air turns that much chillier between the two men as Regulus peeks in bewilderment at his father, while Sirius openly gawks in awe of his hero.
Reginald's eyes flicker for a moment, before drawing himself back. ”If I have satisfied your ill-natured curiosity, Black, I shall be taking my leave.”
”Wait!” Orion said through gritted teeth as he saw older Prince turn to leave.
Reginald pauses and arches an eyebrow as he turns a now annoyed gaze back onto Black. ”I grow weary of these tiresome games, Black. Quickly state your intent.”
”I would request that the younger Prince, Georgine be in attendance,” Orion hastily proposed.
Reginald's eyes fill with disbelief. ”My sister?”
”Yes, Georgine Prince.”
”And why is that?”
”There are old acquaintances who wish to meet with her again.”
”I can guarantee nothing, you understand, Black?” Reginald slowly said. ”But nevertheless, I will convey the message.”
Orion nods his head in mute understanding, before whirling around as his cape snaps in the cold breeze behind him. ”We are leaving,” Orion barked as Walburga cast a curious glare at the Prince family, before happily pulling her youngest son forward and pointedly ignoring her eldest trailing behind her.
”That was rather peculiar,” Reginald commented as he watched the eldest son of the Black's wave at them, before running off to keep up with his family. ”Well, no matter, shall we be off children?” Rowan and Severus nodded their heads, but their smiles quickly slipped away as they recalled their means of transportation. With faces already pale, they sadly follow behind their grandfather as they solemnly contemplate if they would need a bag in which to be sick in.