Chapter 479 - Right Eye (1/2)
Not long after the visit to Avery manor, the day was warm and sunny, but no light streamed inside of a cool, dark room in Prince Manor. The room had been specifically prepared for Rowan and Severus to conduct experiments, whether it be alchemy or potions wise. More than a few ingredients would be damaged or could be destroyed by a single ray of sunlight, and more importantly to preserve the other ingredients that were at present being stored therein.
During the summer, Rowan and Severus had received their regular homework along with an assignment from their Apprenticeship Master, Dumbledore. They were to work on completing the Nicolas Flamel formula's that they had been instructed to work on. Normally, it would not have been any trouble at all if it were not for just one thing.
As if in reply, Rowan's hand accidentally bumps into one of the vials spilling the contents into the cauldron. Cursing, she vanishes the spill away as she does her best to salvage her present project. And to be honest, the alchemy formula did not look very good at this point. It looked rather murky to be honest.
”Did your clumsy-itus strike again, Rowan?” Severus teased his twin sister with a wicked gleam. He proudly finished stirring his alchemy potion that looked exactly as it should.
Glaring up at Severus, Rowan growls, ”At least, I'm not grounded all summer long at Prince Manor. And besides, I already finished the rest of my summer homework, can you say the same, Sev?”
Severus glares back and before the two of them start throwing things at each other, Dawn conveniently pops in. ”Dinnertime, young master and mistress! Master says, to leave the projects alone with a stasis spell and come right up.”
”Tell him, we are coming,” Rowans said as she put her murky looking potion under a stasis spell.
”Dawn will tell the master,” Dawns happily squeaked, before popping away.
Rowan almost bumped into the door with her shoulder again, but at least time she didn't ram her shoulder into the doorway. Sighing to herself, she hears Severus's loudly snicker from behind her. Paying no mind to her annoying younger twin brother she walks forward in a firm line until she reached her destination.
Thankfully, her hard work paid off as she was able to take a seat without bumping into her chair. Seated, Rowan nods to her grandfather and Aunt Georgine. Severus sits down next to her with a wide evil grin on his face, which she most pointedly ignores.
Dawn enters the dinner table with an array of dishes that follow her off of the food cart. She skillfully places the dishes before them without so much as a single drop being spilled. Toddling behind his mother is Laldey, who valiantly hovers crisp, white, neatly folded linen napkins over to the four of them.
Dawn beams with absolute motherly pride as Laldey squeaks, ”Dina iz sirved.”
House elf children were taught early on to serve. It was something mother house elves took great pride in. Most households did not force anything beyond light labor, but there were always terrible households that did. Though slowly that had begun to change as the purebloods now wanted ”proper educated house elves.”
”Thank you, Laldey,” the four of them mutter as Laldey lets out a high-pitched squeal.
Taking her son by the hand, Dawn says, ”Please call upon Dawn if anything else is needed.” Dawn bows, before leaving with her cart and Laldey holding onto the back of her apron strings.
The four of them dig into the Beef Bolognese. Ever since Dawn had heard that she and the House Elves of Hogwarts were the standard for all wizarding households, Dawn had upped her game so to speak. They had been having a new dish every day since their return as Dawn was trying out their recipes on them. They were all so delicious that Rowan was starting to think she might have to exercise over the summer. Her trousers had been getting a bit tight as of late.
While reaching for a roll, Rowan accidentally reaches a bit too far and caused her glass of water to spill. Georgine arches her eyebrow as this was the second time today it had occurred never mind all the clumsy accident as of late. Might they need to take her niece to the healers? But then again, they were quack's the whole lot of them.
Reginald is no less concerned as he feared it was a stray curse that might have hit his granddaughter. But Rowan said it was not and he couldn't force her to say otherwise. But if this continued, he would force to go to St. Mungo's even if he had to take her kicking and screaming slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.