Chapter 327 - Unpredictable Episode Ⅱ (2/2)
Peter happily helps himself to another, while Quyen daintily eats her sandwich. She was still a pureblood lady, and she'd been taught how to properly comport herself when dining. And even if she was merely eating a sandwich, she must still maintain a carefully crafted image.
Seeing the girl's dainty manners, Hope takes a sandwich of her own and thoughtfully chews on it for a moment. ”Miss Crowley, are you friends with Peter here?”
Quyen stiffens slightly, before warily shaking her head in negative. ”We're merely year mates and the occasional classmate.”
”I see,” Hope murmured. ”Then in what house are you, Miss Crowley?”
”I'm a Slytherin,” Quyen proudly answered with a tilt of her head daring the muggle to say something bad about her house.
Hope smiles and says, ”That must be just lovely, my dear. My son happily writes to me about all his friends in Slytherin, Terry, the twins, Rowan and Severus, and several others whose names escape me at the moment.”
”Er, thank you,” Quyen muttered somewhat mollified by the muggle woman's words.
Before the conversation can continue the flap of the tent can be heard opening as Lyall and Remus Lupin return with pails full of water. Lyall doesn't even blink at finding an unknown girl sitting in the kitchen table as he concentrates on setting down the water pail next to the sink. Letting out a loud grunt of relief, Lyall stretches causing his back to loudly pop.
”This is what happens when you get old children,” Lyall teased, ”Never get old.”
Lupin rolls his eyes in obvious embarrassment as he puts down his own pails before turning towards the kitchen table. His mouth simply flops open upon noticing who was sitting at their kitchen table. Trying not to snarl or glower from nerves, Quyen primly says, ”Pettigrew invited me for lunch.”
”And she's staying,” Hope pointedly said as if daring anyone else to state otherwise.
”What she said,” Lyall good-naturedly chuckled as he placed a quick peck on his wife's lips, before sitting down.
Quyen flushes in shock never having witnessed her parents kiss in front of her much less another pureblood couple on the lips! The utter scandal! No wonder, muggleborn wizards and witches lacked any propriety! They were absolutely not taught proper social standards!
While Quyen is trying to deal with the aftermath of the kiss, Lupin numbly sits down next to Pettigrew and urgently whispers, ”What's this all about?”
”She was all alone,” Pettigrew reluctantly admitted.
Lupin sighs and shakes his head in frustration. ”I always knew Rowan would one day rub off on one of us. I'm just surprised, it's you.”
Pettigrew sniffs pointedly at the comparison and proceeds to further dig into the sandwiches. Lupin didn't bother pondering anymore on the strangeness of the situation since he was starving. The two boys ate like only teenagers can eat inhaling everything down including the crumbs.
Strangely over the course of the meal, Quyen found some of her stances changing. Mrs. Lupin was rather polite and proper if she excluded the shocking kiss. It was not something she had been expecting from a mere muggle, but then again said muggle was married to a pureblood wizard, Lyall Lupin.
Perhaps at least rearranging her position on one specific muggle, Quyen slowly continues to converse with Hope Lupin. After the meal, Quyen even finds herself being hugged by Mrs. Lupin. It was a rather startling experience, to say the least as Quyen had never been hugged in her entire life by a maternal figure. And despite the strangeness of the situation, it was a rather pleasant experience that she would not mind repeating again.