Chapter 167 - Dorea Potter (1/2)
Rowan shakes her head at her aunt leaving her behind, before reaching for the silver vessel that held the sparkling powder. Tossing the pinch of powder into the flames with a roar the flames turned emerald green and rose higher and higher. Taking a step inside, Rowan shouts, ”Dorea Potter's home!” Much like last time, it felt as she was being sucked down a giant green drain as everything seemed to be spinning very fast, while the roaring in her ears grew deafening, but this time around her stomach didn't churn.
With a loud pop in her ears, Rowan was able to steadily steep out of the fireplace into a cozy hall. Unlike the cool colors of Prince manor, the Dorea Potter's home was in warm earthy tones. ”Come along now, child,” Georgine sniffed as she led Rowan away as though it was her own home.
Rowan peeked around at the home that held happy smiling photographs of the once three-member family. She found her eyes drawn in particular to the boy in the moving images. A bit like James Potter with slightly unruly hair, but a sterner visage than him. Taller and slender, the boy had more of the Black family genes. Handsome and dark with gray eyes that could easily set a girl's heart aflutter. Charlus Potter was quite the looker.
Georgine pushed the two doors open into the inner sanctum of the home. Sitting in a comfy looking chair, a pale-faced witch with a batch of blue running veins down her neck glances up. Wearing a shawl despite the warm weather, her gray eyes light up. A rare smile appears on the old face as she says, ”Why Georgine, this is the seventh visit since our ill-fated meeting last December. If I wasn't to know any better, I'd say you were madly in love with me!”
”As if, Dorea Potter!” Georgine loudly huffed. ”If I were to become a lesbian, I'd have taken the offer up of some truly lovely dishes that offered themselves up before me. And besides, I undoubtedly like men so to speak. I believe my wanton phase in my ill misspent youth speaks for itself.”
Dorea Potter chuckled as she glanced over to see the stunned figure of Rowan at their exchange. ”And who might this lovely young lady be?” Dorea Potter asked.
”This is my niece, my brother's grandchild,” Georgine sniffed as she took the seat across from Dorea.
”And what might the child's name be?” Dorea pointedly asked as she arched her brows at Georgine for her lack of manners.
Georgine merely sniffed ignoring the disapproving glance of Dorea. ”Her name is Rowan and as for that twin brother of her, Severus. Both rather terrible names as one is terribly old fashioned and the other is rather reminiscent of those nature-loving druids. Quite droll really, of little to no imagination.”
”Well, Miss Prince, come over here for a closer look,” Dorea gestured for Rowan to come over. Rowan walks over to stand before her as the elder witch tilts her head back. ”Well, you certainly have the Prince height.
Hmm, the eyes are neither from the Princes nor your grandmother's side, I presume that belongs to your muggle father. But you have the lean look and certainly the long nose. I'd say, overall, you've inherited the best out of the Prince's.”
”Pookey!” Dorea called out as a rather old looking female house appears. Not as old as Kreacher, the old female house elf's ears droop as her face sags with wrinkles and loose skin. Her eyes are rather too large for her face now as they seem to swallow everything up. Her forearms are skinny and saggy as the rest of her as a neat tea towel is held together by a silver rose pin.
”Yes, Madam?” Pookey asked in a low croaky voice.
”Please bring over some tea and snacks for our guests,” Dorea Potter instructed her house elf.
”Yes, Madam!” Pookey croaked as she bowed with a soft small pop.
”I can't believe that old thing is still alive,” Georgine murmured in amazement. ”That old thing is nearly as old as your deceased mother-in-law.”