Chapter 469 - Flint Family (1/2)
In a tastefully, but cool decorated manor resides the family of Stephen Flint. At present, Stephens two sons and their wives, his wife, and daughter were all gathered and formally dressed waiting in the hallway. The dark haired, sharp featured figure of Stephen Flint glances with his bluish gray eyes at his only daughter, and youngest child, Silvia Flint.
A gleam of pride appears in the depths of Stephen's Flint's eyes as he observes his dark-haired daughter. She was rather thin with delicate features, and a rather flat figure. However, she had round h.i.p.s which would make childbearing much easier for her. And that was an important attribute to have considering just who his child wished to seek a courtship with.
Stephen Flint almost sighs in despair but catches himself as his daughter's sharp blue gray eyes stare steadfastly at him. Glancing away from his daughter, he turns to gaze at his beloved wife, Halina. She had silky brown hair, thin like their daughter with a small bosom, but always had a calm, and rather patient air about her.
A soft expression appears on his face as Stephen's eyes meet with the light-colored eyes of his wife. Halina flashes him a quick smile that draws his breath away even now. He instantly recalls the first time, they met.
Stephen had been visiting cousins residing on the old continent, when he had been introduced the soft spoken, but cool Halina. Instantly, he had known he had lost his heart to the Durmstrang witch. And by the end of the summer, he had begun to court her. The two courted via letters until their graduation. After which, they married the following summer.
A cough causes Stephen to glance away from his wife to meet the sly gaze of his youngest son, Hal Flint. His dark-haired child innocently blinks at his father with his blueish gray eyes. However, that does not last long as Hal's wife elbows him in chastis.e.m.e.nt causing him to yelp in pain. Stephen's daughter in law stares apologetically at her father-in-law, before glaring up at her chastised husband, who would not meet her gaze.
The eldest son of Stephen, Gael shakes his silky brown-haired head, while his bluish gray eyes like that of his father hide a trace of mirth. Seeing his father's stare, Gael straightens up, and turns to softly speak with his wife. He would not be nagged at all because of his brother's doing.
Stephen sighs quietly to himself as he adjusts his monocle. His wife, Halina pats his arm and softly whispers, ”It shall be alright, Stephen.”
Stephen nods appreciatively in thanks toward his wife, but before he can thank her the main foyer doors fling open as the Greengrass family having arrived at one of the side hearths emerge into the main hallway. Leading at the helm is the still beautiful, but aged Veela, Ethel Greengrass. The Greengrass Matriarch's silver hair flutters behind her as if to an unseen breeze, while her hypnotic eyes gleam just as bright as ever.
Following behind her is her second and youngest grandson, Benedict and his wife, Constance Greengrass. The Greengrass couple relax at seeing their host. While following behind them looking much more nervous with a dreadful pallor is their youngest child, and only son Terry Greengrass.
Stephen's bluish gray eyes narrow into sharp points as he studies the would-be suitor of his daughter. The boy had the delicate features of the Greengrass men, hazel colored eyes, and floppy, but golden silky hair. A fine-looking lad, but a foolish one if this past school's year antics could be believed. Perhaps, the boy was not suitable for his only daughter.