Chapter 354 - October 30th Ⅲ (1/2)
Rowan, Terry, and Severus ended up sitting across from one of the few girls in Durmstrang and someone who seemed eerily familiar. The dark-haired young man in question was tall and rail-thin with a rather weak chin. Rowan narrowed her eyes for a minute, but she recognized the scrawny fellow. It was that of Igor Karkaroff in his youth.
Terry nudged Rowan from her stare which had caused Igor Karakaroff to pointedly avoid glancing in her direction. ”What?” Rowan asked without glancing away.
”Well, Filch is adding two more chairs, who could they be for?” Terry asked out loud.
”Ministry members,” Rowan replied without breaking her glaring stare.
Sighing, Terry brightens up at spotting an exceptionally beautiful young woman with silvery-blonde hair to her waist. Severus follows Terry's gaze and even flushes as he stares at the enchanting beauty. Hurriedly looking away with guilt, Severus pinches himself and reminds himself that he likes Lily and only Lily.
Ignoring Severus, Terry nudges Rowan with his elbow until she finally away from Igor with a fierce scowl on her face. ”What!” Rowan growled at her vexing friend.
Terry calmly gestures to the gorgeous beauty sitting at the Ravenclaw table. ”That's my third cousin, Apolline,” Terry proudly whispered. ”Our great-grandmothers were sisters.”
Rowan's eyes widen in recognition as her mind puts the pieces together at spotting the silvery-blonde haired beauty sitting at the Ravenclaw table. No doubt this was the mother of Fleur, Apolline, the future Mrs. Delacour. An even more ravishing beauty than her still two future and still unborn daughters.
Apolline's blue eyes seemed to sparkle like the starry night. She had pert, pink kissable and perfectly shiny teeth. And every time she laughed it was though a musical sound was pulling at one's heartstring. Without a doubt, Apolline was literally a man killer.
Glancing at Terry with dubious eyes, Rowan says, ”Are you sure, you're related?”
Terry shrugs not having taken offense. ”In our family, the girls tend to inherit the Veela like beauty of our great-grandmother. While we boys are stuck with feminine-looking features, and lack of facial hair,” Terry gloomily added, before brighten up. ”On the bright side, I'll never need to shave.” Though that isn't necessarily a characteristic a male would want.
Terry paused to point at a rather hawk-eyed Durmstrang male with blue-gray eyes matching that of Silvia's sitting further down from them. ”That's Silvia's fourth cousin, Laird Flint. That side branch of the Flint family resides on the old continent in the north, in fact, it was Laird's uncle, the brother of his father whom Silvia and her family went to visit during the summer, and congratulate upon finally having a child in his elder years.”
Rowan nods her head sagely in reply, before returning to glare at Igor Karkaroff. The slimy git had snuck away, while she was otherwise occupied and traded seats with another student from Durmstrang. But that did little to dissuade her as she continued her fierce glaring at him.