Chapter 320 - Crowley Hall Ⅲ (1/2)
Tiffany and Bethanie had not been chatting for long, when Tiffany gasped loudly, before quickly closing her mouth shut with a snap. Bethanie's head darts around for her eyes to widen in shock, but better at controlling herself, she manages to keep herself from openly gaping at the sight. For there in front of them is a very familiar floppy-haired boy with delicate features, and bright hazel eyes, Terry Greengrass, escorting the unbelievable figure of Quyen Crowley.
Both girls don't know what to make of the incredible scene before them as Tiffany's eyes darken with anger, while Bethanie's eyes turn a tad cold. Though it wasn't spoken about, both girls had the strong inkling that Silvia and Terry had tentative feelings for each other. And yet here was Terry betraying Silvia with someone who Terry knew that they plainly disliked!
Terry doesn't fail to notice the expressions of the two girls and rolls his eyes at them in exasperation. Bethanie is a bit mollified by Terry's expression, but Tiffany isn't as she folds her arms over chest and waits for Terry to explain himself to them once he comes to a halt before them. Quyen Crowley's expression did not change much beyond her typical glower, but her hand betrayed her feelings to Terry as she wrapped her hand more tightly around the crook of his arm.
The two of them came to a stop as Terry flashes them a cheeky grin. Despite looking a tad effeminate due to his delicate features and slenderness, he'd begun to look a smidgeon more like a man thanks to his Adam's apple that was beginning to bulge as his voice began to deepen.
”I have a confession to make,” Terry solemnly said. ”I'm madly in love with, Crowley here, we're going to elope after tonight's soiree.”
All three girls visibly choke at his unbelievable statement as Terry flashed them a cheeky grin. ”Of course not,” Terry loftily said as he gently patted Crowley's hand once in reassurance. ”I was just saving Crowley here from Thorfinn Rowle's unwanted advances.”
Quyen flushes a dark pink as her eyes dart around in panic unsure of what to do or say now. She'd never been in such a situation before and wasn't quite sure of what to do. It wasn't as though she was the prettiest girl here, and no other boy had ever troubled to harass her before. That is until her parent's announced her dowry, and all of a sudden males were suddenly bursting out of the woodwork; mostly branches or pureblood families like the Rowle's, who were members of the sacred twenty-eight, but were in dire need of a large dowry to replenish their dwindling fortunes.
On the other hand, Tiffany and Bethanie's expressions turn icy cold at the mention of the said male wizard. Thorfinn Rowle, a pureblood, and a member of the sacred twenty-eight families was a troublesome old foe to most girls. The blond, pasty white, huge, muscled youth did not take a simple no for an answer. He disrespectful and impatient and had even been known to backhand others into silence when annoyed or in disagreement.
Thankfully, the cruel, violent youth attended Durmstrang and would be only a fifth year in the upcoming school term. Otherwise, Thorfinn Rowle without a doubt would have used his wand indiscriminately be against man, woman, or child. And pity the poor fool, who got in his way once he reached the age of majority.
Bethanie nods her head at Terry and says, ”That was very kind and brave of you, Terry.”
Terry's eyes fill with a glint of anger and some other unspoken emotion. ”No one should ever force themselves onto another,” Terry almost growled, ”And that includes Crowley.”
All three girls visibly startle at the ferocity behind Terry's statement. Quyen, a tad embarrassed now has splotchy pink on her cheeks now. ”Regardless of your intentions, Greengrass,” Quyen said in embarrassment. ”I am still grateful for your actions.”
”It was no trouble at all, Crowley,” Terry solemnly retorts. ”And I will gladly do so again if need be.”
Quyen flushes an even darker pink as she stutters, ”It's fine, Greengrass!”