Chapter 332 - Dress Robes (2/2)

”Fat chance of that,” Rowan scoffed out loud.

Sir Knight Prince's lips twitch into a smile. ”I've heard that answer countless times before, but the heart if a fickle creature, Rowan. Why even Georgine succumbed most tragically to that fate and she was twice as hard-hearted as you are. And you, my dear are nowhere near as hard-hearted as she was.”

Rowan's eyes pensively flicker to the cut on his neck. ”Was that the case for you?”

Sir Knight Prince smiles a strange little smile and says, ”The present is for the living. Let the past lie in the past, Rowan.”

Rowan sagely nods and turns to go as she says, ”Will you tell me about her someday?”

”When you fall in love,” Sir Knight Prince softly promised.

Respecting Sir Knight Prince's request, Rowan leaves Sir Knight Prince to his own devices, before wandering downstairs to the kitchen. Little Laldey sits on a soft blanket in a tiny square pen. Laldey beams at her showcasing his one big tooth and the other tiny teeth that were coming in.

Smiling Rowan sits on a stool and coos to him. Laldey squeals happily and tries to help. Suddenly a wobbly plate flies over to Rowan just Dawn, who'd just popped into the kitchen bursts into tears. Rowan stares blankly at Dawn as Dawn tearfully says, ”Oh, Dawn is so lucky to see her Laldey serve the little mistress his first meal plate!”

Realizing that this might be some sort of a significant event for a house elf, Rowan says, ”Shouldn't then, we celebrate Laldey's success this evening?”

Dawn blinks and claps her hand to her heart. ”Dawn has never heard of a master celebrating house elf babies first serving magic! Dawn is not sure if it is appropriate!”

”Why not?” Rowan said with a shrug. ”Tonight, we'll all sit at the dining table and eat. I think it would be fitting.”

Dawn gapes as her ears excitedly flap on their own. ”Dawn would be so honored! No house elf has ever sat at the master's table! Dawn would know!”

”Good, I'll let grandfather know,” Rowan muttered as she sliced open a soft biscuit to eat with jam for a snack.

Dawn happily runs off to inform her hubby, while Laldey returns to his work. Of trying to fold a tiny towel. For every house elf baby was first taught to fold a towel, it was tradition.

Then again, the Prince's were strange in many ways. At times, they were trés modern and at other times rather traditional. But in the end, it didn't matter as the Prince's always did what they felt like. And yes, that night for the first time in wizarding history three house elves dined with their master. And so, from that day forth it became a Sunday tradition for the masters to dine with their house elves. Maybe it was not that world-changing to the masses, but to three house elves, it was certainly life-changing.