Chapter 139 - – Malfoy Betrothal Ⅳ (2/2)

Reunited once more in a rather uncharacteristic display of affection, Reginald reached over and gently hugged her in his arms. For once, Georgine did not fling his arms off in a huff and returned the warm gesture as if reassuring herself that he was fine as well.

”What a night,” Georgine croaked as she glanced about at the various corpses strewn across the floor.

”Yes,” Reginald said knowing full well that Christmas that following morning would be full of tears and despair for more than one family.

”I wonder how many are dead,” Georgine murmured.

”Far too many,” Reginald sadly concluded at recognizing the corpse of a younger Dwight family member.

”Prince!” The sharp voice caused them both to flinch and reach for their wands as they turned to face the source.

Standing before them stood Auror Vinovich as she stared at the duo. ”I heard that the two of you were the first to let out the warning,” Sara coldly asked.

”Yes,” Reginald acknowledged. ”We were on our way to say our goodbyes for the night as we were due home by eleven. But it looks like that is out of the question now.”

Not quite believing him, Sara further inquired. ”But even if you were leaving how did you sense the wards were broken? As far as I am aware the Prince's are not related to the Malfoy's whatsoever.”

”My sister and I are sensitive to ward magic, but Georgine is better than I,” Reginald honestly admitted. ”I only sensed something amiss, Georgine, on the other hand, sensed the wards fully being broken into.”

Sara narrowed her owl-like eyes. It wasn't uncommon for wizards and witches alike to be more sensitive to some magic types over others. ”And what of your dueling?” Sara Vinovich snorted.

Both, Georgine and Reginald's lips twitched into smiles. ”We are Prince's,” they said in unison as if that answered everything.

”Well, we'll be interviewing all the guests,” Auror Sara Vinovich said. 'Stay put, we'd like more of a word.” Whirling around Sara marched away to corral another guest.

”Well, at least we have a good excuse as to why we're late,” Georgine offered as they searched for a seat in the war-torn ballroom.

”Yes, well, I somehow get the feeling that Sirsa won't see it that way,” Reginald drily remarked as they found a perch on a broken slab of the marble floor.

”Mm, well you're the one that married her,” Georgine teased.

Rolling his eyes, Reginald said, ”Rather the question is why haven't you?”

The mirth disappears from Georgine's eyes as she slowly says, ”We both know why.”

Feeling a bit of remorse, Reginald merely pats her on the back as the two waited in silence for their turn to come. It was certainly a Christmas Eve for them to remember.