Chapter 454 - Societal Tea Invite (2/2)
”I am fine, I will serve myself,” Georgine replied as Dorea chorused the reply.
”Mistress need Nimmy?” Nimmy asked her ears slightly wiggling as if in excitement.
”No, that will be all, Nimmy,” Euphemia murmured dismissing her house elf. With a soft pop, Nimmy disappears leaving the three women to serve themselves. The sound of food being served is heard for a bit before the two guests wait for the hostess of the luncheon to take the first bite.
Euphemia carefully takes the first bite of food, before the other two women follow. After a few spoonful's, Dorea says, ”The food is simply sublime, Euphemia,” as Georgine muttered in agreement.
”Thank you,” Euphemia beamed in relief and feeling so very proud of Nimmy's work.
The three women eat and politely chat until they finish their plates. Being the hostess, Euphemia summons Nimmy to gather the plates, before serving tea and presenting a light dessert to wash away the taste of the meal. The three of them sip at their hot tea until Georgine stares at Dorea to being.
In a roundabout manner, Dorea begins to broach the subject. ”I believe that your son, James is a dear friend of Georgine's great-nephew and niece, Severus and Rowan Prince.”
”Ah, yes,” Euphemia said recalling the two slender children from the summer before. ”They are friends with my Jamie.”
”Why?!” Fleamont loudly and rather rudely interrupted causing all three women to stare at him especially his wife.
”It is merely a point of topic,” Dorea smoothly retorted. ”There is no need to make a fuss, Fleamont.”
”You are friends with a Prince,” Fleamont hostilely countered causing his wife to narrow her eyes at him in a glare. There would be strong words to be had after their guests left.
”Potter,” Georgine coldly said, ”I can assure you that the Prince household has not come here this day to collect the life debt that is owed to us nor are we seeking to tie our two houses via the union of your son, James, and my great-niece, Rowan. And you would do well to remember your manners considering, who your father was Fleamont Potter. You shame the Potter family name.”
Fleamont bitterly bites down his next words as a rush of shame and guilt courses through his veins. He knew he was being rude, and his father, Henry Potter for all his being a Wizengamot member and pro-muggle had even been courteous to his enemies. The Prince's for all their cold natures had always been civil to him including Reginald Prince.
”My apologies,” Fleamont stiffly said as he bowed his head deeply towards them. ”I misspoke and I judged incorrectly.”
”Well, not entirely,” Georgine replied causing Fleamont to stare at her including his wife. ”Do not confuse my words, what I mean is that indeed I came here for a purpose, and if you will allow me, I shall explain.”
”Please go head, Georgine,” Euphemia said. ”And please excuse my husband's rudeness.”
”It is understandable, and no harm was done, Euphemia,” Georgine said, before sitting up straight and removing a letter from her pocket. Pulling out her wand she points it at the letter and murmurs, ”Wingardium Leviosa,” and floats the letter to where Fleamont Potter is sitting at.
Fleamont's face furrows upon seeing the official seal of the Prince family head, Reginald Prince. Why in Merlin's name would Reginald have written a letter to and much more importantly have his younger sister deliver it in person to him? Whatever the contents of the letter, they were already filling him with dread.