Chapter 136 - – Malfoy Betrothal (2/2)

Wearing elegant matching robes, the elder and young Malfoy, both had their long elegant sleek hair neatly tied back with an elegant hair tie. ”Welcome Reginald and Georgine Prince,” Abraxas Malfoy said as he kept a tight grip on his opera cane. ”It has been many years since a Prince deemed to walk these halls.”

”Yes, I'm sure there was nothing to it,” Reginald coldly said as he stared at the almost equally tall man.

Seeing the two men glaring so openly at each other, Georgine squeezed her brother's arm in warning, and said, ”We thank you for inviting us, Malfoy.”

”Please enjoy your stay,” Lucius Malfoy quickly said at seeing his father act so unsightly. Remembering his manners, Abraxas Malfoy quickly composes himself and nods as Reginald stiffly nods back and is dragged inside by Georgine.

A meter away, Georgine huffs under her breath. ”Really, Reginald? It is the boy's betrothal! At least have a bit of decency!”

”I hated him in school and I still hate him,” Reginald huffed under his breath.

”We're Prince's, dear brother,” Georgine matter-of-factly said as she guided him to the nearest waiter. ”We tend to hate a lot of people, it's in our blood.” Taking a sparkling glass for each of them, she handed one over to Reginald.

Downing half of the glass in one gulp, Reginald snorts as he says, ”I really do hate coming to these things.”

”Well, we were invited, and it would be rude to not attend such a prominent family's soiree,” Georgine said as she took a sip of her own drink.

”Well, at least we only have to stay until ten.” Reginald downed his glass and grabbed another glass from a passing waiter.

”That's the last one for a good while, Reginald,” Georgine warningly reprimanded as Reginald sighed but tilted his head in agreement.

A lavish grandfather clock finally begins to toll as the last of the guests are ushered inside. The guests grow silent as the last of the tolls are rung declaring that is eight and it is time for the ball to begin. Abraxas Malfoy leads the way to the center, where Lucius follows and stands at his side. A short way's a way is Narcissa in a lovely cream-colored gown but wearing a purple sash around her waist in a sign of her still being in mourning. At her side, is an older blonde woman, all in black, who seemed to have drastically aged all of a sudden. Her blue eyes make her face look that much gaunt as though there was a murkiness to them that had not been there before.

Clearing his throat, Abraxas Malfoy says, ”It is a pleasure to welcome you all here tonight. And it is with equally great pleasure that I announce the betrothal of my son, Lucius Malfoy and that of Narcissa Black. They will wed late spring or early summer the next upcoming year.” The crowd roars with claps as Lucius extends his hand and brings the brimming Narcissa Black into the center at his side.

Whispers fill the crowd in approval of the future Mrs. Malfoy. For she was a beauty that is of no doubt. But of a very good pedigree. The crowd quiets down as servers appear with trays of glasses. The guests quickly take one as Abraxas Malfoy raises a glass and says, ”To my son and his lovely future bride, Narcissa Black!”

”To marriage!” The crowd said in reply as they raised their own glasses in a toast as they followed in drinking after Abraxas.

”And now let us enjoy ourselves!” Abraxas declared as the crowd cheered, and the guests once more began to mingle. Not one to lose a valuable opportunity, Abraxas led his son and betrothed around introducing them to various important members in the ministry.

Glancing around, Georgine spots a rather old worn face of a girl that was once only five years younger than her but now looked far older than herself. ”I spotted Dorea Potter,” Georgine said as she turned to her brother. ”If I go and greet her, will you behave yourself?”

”And what manner of trouble could I possibly get into without you at my side?” Reginald indignantly huffed at being questioned like a child.

Arching her eyebrow, Georgine pointedly said, ”Because it's you, brother.”

”Fine, I'll go and mingle with the eldest grown boy of the Flint's. What was his name again? Stephen, I think?” Reginald furrowed his brow trying to remember.

”And why would you do such a thing?” Georgine suspiciously asked.

”Because I heard he gave the Black brat a good run for his money back in their 3rd year,” Reginald said with glee as Georgine merely sighed in exasperation.

”Fine, but if I see one more drink, I'll personally be stuck to you like treacle tart,” Georgine forebodingly said, before making her way over to the silver-streaked witch.