Chapter 321 - Crowley Hall Ⅳ (1/2)
Tiffany, Bethanie, Terry, and Quyen had not been chatting for long regarding the Quidditch World Cup, when a feminine musical voice says, ”Caro mio, there you are! I have simply been looking everywhere for you!”
The four of them turn to find a dark-haired beauty with long trailing tresses, liquid chocolate-colored like eyes, with a slight Sunkissed tint to her skin, Emalia Vespucci, the older sister of Vasco Vespucci. If Bethanie was a considered a great beauty, Emalia would be equal both in grace and beauty. And not only did the young lady not lose out on physical endowments, in fact, when in comparison, but Emalia's chest is also further endowed than that of Bethanie's.
”Emalia Vespucci, the older sister of Vasco of my betrothed,” Tiffany quietly explained. ”Emalia attends Beauxbatons rather than Hogwarts.”
”Oui, mon cher,” Emalia said with an enchanting smile that caused Terry's heart to suddenly beat out of turn. ”Hogwarts though an excellent institution does not match up to the elegance of our Beauxbatons. Beauxbatons is truly an excellent finishing school for all wizarding ladies and gentlemen.”
Tiffany eyes slightly narrow as Bethanie smiles placidly back, ”As you say.”
Quyen merely arches here brow and looks down upon the Italian born witch. ”It is as my friend here said, it as you say, Miss Vespucci,” Quyen condescendingly retorted. ”For Beauxbatons may indeed be elegant, whereas Hogwarts is a venerable institution with thousands of years of renown. How can it possibly compare to a lesser in age magical institution?”
Emalia stiffens as Terry hides a smile at Quyen's words and tilts his head at her in approval. Who knew that gloomy Quyen had such a fiery spirit in her? Well, wasn't this day just full of surprises!
Tiffany's eyes uneasily glance around as she flashes her friends and Crowley an apologetic smile. With a sigh, Tiffany says, ”I'm glad that we've all met, Emalia. But we should get going.” Flashing her friends and Crowley one last apologetic glance, she intertwines her arms with that of her future sister-in-law and drags her away before Emalia can say anything else.
Emalia does not protest the actions of her younger brother's betrothed until they are far enough into the crowd that she says, ”They were quite rude, Tiffany. You ought to be much more selective when electing your friends.”
Tiffany stiffens for a moment before coldly saying, ”The three individuals that you just insulted, Emalia are all members of the sacred twenty-eight families and one of them is the daughter of the current host, Quyen Crowley. You are lucky that they are my friends, or they would not be so forgiving.” Though Tiffany tactfully omitted the fact that Crowley and she weren't actually friends.
Emalia's sensual lips press together in surprise before she anxiously chews her lips for a moment drawing unwanted attention to herself. Calming herself, she says, ”In that case, my sincerest apologies towards you, my dear Tiffany, and your friends. You will convey, my apologies to them, won't you?”
”I will,” Tiffany coolly replied, purposefully neglecting to mention just when she would do just that.
Deciding to quickly change the subject, Emalia says, ”Mamma, and Babbo are both here as well as is my younger brother.”
”I am aware,” Tiffany drily muttered as she glanced over at the Vespucci couple in the distance speaking to another pureblood couple.
Patrizio and Vera Vespucci only had two children, their eldest child, Emalia, and their youngest child, Vasco. Patrizio Vespucci is dark-eyed with golden tanned skin. He is rather handsome and charming just like the Italian men tend to be. While his wife, Vera is a tranquil beauty with light-colored hair and fair skin. A rather handsome Italian wizarding couple.
Tiffany's eyes wander away to come to rest on the dark-eyed but light-haired, fair Vasco Vespucci. She stiffens in surprise at seeing a rather lovely girl standing next to him. The girl is unknown to Tiffany but said the female had fine, bronze-colored, velvety hair sweeping down her back. The girl can be seen laughing in the distance that reveals lovely dimples and sparkling olive-colored eyes.