Chapter 138 - – Malfoy Betrothal Ⅲ (2/2)

”Exactly,” Georgine said with her lips twisting up in satisfaction.

The two whirled on the dance floor for a few more dances, before Reginald comments, ”What say you, sister, that after this dance, we begin to say our goodbyes to the Black's and Malfoy?”

”Yes, it'll take us some time and we must as well get started now,” Georgine murmured as they gently came to a stop.

Not waiting for the clapping to finish for the dance set, Reginald extends the crook of his arm as Georgine accepts and the two of them make their way to where the more prominent Blacks have gathered. The glowing figure of Narcissa basks in the limelight as Lucius proudly stands at her side.

”We've come to officially congratulate the newly betrothed couple,” Reginald calmly said as Georgine tilted her head in agreement. ”May you wed well and live for many years.”

”Thank you, Sir Prince and Madam Prince,” Narcissa beautifully said as she curtsied in acceptance of the customary well wishes. Lucius slightly bows forward, before replying, ”We thank the Prince's for attending our soiree.”

Standing behind the betrothed couple, Orion Black wrinkles his nose at his wife, while Walburga lips curl into a sneer. These two weren't the only ones as an elder wizard of Reginald's age coldly glares back at Reginald, Arcturus Black, the 3rd. Sniffing loudly, the shorter, somewhat plump wizard says, ”My, my, if the lofty Prince has finally deemed to reside with us mere mortals.”

Narcissa blinked in mortification and dropped her voice to a hushed whisper. ”Cousin, please!”

Arcturus Black pays the silly chit no mind. ”What no quick response, Prince? My have the years have befallen you, old friend.”

”Likewise, can be said,” Reginald smirked as his eyes flickered to the almost bald crown of Arcturus. Georgine stifles a snort at the reddening face of the eldest Black member.

”It would seem that we are all acquainted now,” Lucius Malfoy firmly interjected as his eyes warningly declared for them all not to further try him.

Arcturus huffs and grabs a drink from a passing waiter. ”Fools,” Arcturus said with contempt not hiding his voice at all.

Lucius nods at the Prince's in an apology as Narcissa somewhat shamefaced does the same. The two Prince's accept with a nod back as Georgine says, ”And our deepest belated condolences on your tragic losses.”

”Thank you,” Narcissa somewhat stiffly said.

”Well, good evening, young Malfoy and Miss Black,” Reginald said, before leading Georgine away.

Out of earshot, Georgine sighs, ”That man is still an utter arrogant wretch.” Glancing up at her brother with a sly look, Georgine says, ”But I'm sure you settled the score, dear brother.”

”Oh yes, I certainly settled the scores with Arcturus on more than one occasion,” Reginald smirked.

Lightly chuckling the duo heads over to the mass in the distance gathered around the host of the ball, Abraxas Malfoy. As they approach, Reginald furrows his brows and says, ”Do you feel that, Georgine?”

Georgine stretches her senses as her eyes widen. ”The wards have fallen!” Without even glancing at each other, the two reach for their wands as they rush forward towards Abraxas Malfoy.

Reaching the edge of the crowd, Reginald bellows, ”WANDS!” Most of the guests startle in bewilderment, but those like Abraxas or members of the ministry of magic suddenly reach for their wands as popping like sounds can be heard.

”Protego Maxima!” Shouted a member of the ministry as magical shields began to suddenly appear all over the ballroom.

The crowd begins to scream as hooded figures in gleaming white masks appear with their wands raised high. Not one to wait for the other side to attack, Reginald shouts, ”Impedimenta!” Effectively slowing some of the opponents for a few precious seconds as he blasted some off them off their feet.

The curses begin to fly as the guests begin to scream and the wiser ones apparate away, while others try to flee in a stampede. Whirling around with their backs to each other, Georgine casts Expulso as blue sparks follow out and blast any hooded figure in the vicinity off the floor and into each other.

Blood can suddenly be smelt in the air as a purple streak of flames hits innocent fleeing guests. Seeing Georgine narrowing her eyes, Reginald shouts, ”On one.”

Without needing to be told twice, Georgine grabs her skirt and sprints forward to engage the bloodthirsty attacker. ”Reducto!” Georgine hissed blasting the entire floor beneath the attacker's feet into smithereens.

But despite the attacker falling down below, the hooded figure makes a slashing motion as purple flames blast out. ”You bastard!” Georgine roared as she dodged to the side and screamed, ”Confringo!”

Blasting the hooded figure firmly into the floor below and cracking the floor underneath. Not one to be petty, Georgine still paused to cast Ebulgio on the stunned target below effectively trapping him in a bubble.