Chapter 449 - Formal Request (1/2)
Upon returning to Prince Manor, Reginald and Georgine had been greeted by the Prince family house elves: Dawn, Tadbey, and their child, Laldey. After being greeted, Georgine went to rest in her chambers, while Reginald returned to his study to read and reply to various correspondence that had arrived at Prince Manor, whilst he was away. He first replied to the most urgent missives of business including one from Malfoy, before retiring for the day.
The following morning, Reginald had started off his day by tossing more than a few of the remaining letters into the flames of the fireplace. He had absolutely no intentions of ever replying to such ill-advised invitations. There were some things that he simply had no desire to participate in. Especially, when such foul, perverse suggestions were made by the host in a terrible, pitiful effort to gain his favor.
With a frown, Reginald comes to the last wax sealed envelope on his desk that shows the encrusted seal of the Avery family. Narrowing his eyes, a bit at the letter, he furrows his brows a bit in perplexation. The present, Head of the Avery family is much younger than himself. And despite being part of the same pureblood circle, they had never truly interacted with each other beyond necessities.
Pensive, Reginald grabs his silver letter open and slices neatly through the wax to read the letter found inside. With a soft crinkle, the letter is unfolded, and he begins to read.
”To Sir Reginald Prince,
Allow me to formally introduce myself, my name is Evan Avery, and I am the son of, Evan Avery Sr. I am a recent widower as my wife, Madeline has recently passed away after the birth of my newborn son, Barnabas Avery. There is no need for further condolsoances as I am grateful to the gifts for my son, and the wreath of flowers that were sent for the funeral of my belated wife by the Prince Household.
That being the case, I am well aware that we are strangers, however, I attended Hogwarts with your two grandchildren, Rowan and Severus Prince. We were all in the same year together. If I may, I wish to request that you permit a private meeting over tea with Rowan, your granddaughter.
I swear on my honor as an Avery that I do not mean her any harm nor am I seeking to inquire for her hand in marriage or to arrange a future betrothal between or two houses. I merely wish to speak to her regarding a private matter. I understand that you are a busy man, and as such, I beseech you to reply at your earliest convenience.
Sincerely,
Evan Avery.”
Furrowing his brow, Reginald pensively sets the letter down and says, ”Dawn, come hither.”
Mere seconds later the Prince family house elf appears in the master's study. ”Yes, Master? Master called Dawn?” She asked as her large droopy ears eagerly flicked in the air.
”Bring my sister to me, Dawn,” Reginald calmly ordered. ”And if she is asleep, wake her and ensure that she arrives in a timely manner. If she refuses to comply, you have my permission to give my strict orders to Tadbey, he'll see to it that my sister makes her way in a timely fashion as requested.”
”Yes, Master!” Dawn squeaked, before vanishing away to Miss Georgine's boudoir.
The boudoir of Miss Georgine is as elegant and lavish as ever as Georgine still in her bathrobes is resting on her bed and sprawled on her side reading a drama piece. Without even glancing up from her novel, Georgine in a resigned fashion says, ”What does my brother want now, Dawn?”