Chapter 505 - Mrs. Pettigrew (2/2)

”Why yes, Bonbon. I could not exactly sit in a pool of my own tears with you at my side, now could I? You will always be the brightest ray of sunshine in my life. And though the ache of your father will never completely leave me. I find that I am so happy with you at my side, my bon-bon.”

”For true?”

”Truely.”

Pettigrew quietly begins to eat the warm, delicious tart placed in front of him. ”Does it ever stop hurting?” Pettigrew mumbled through a mouthful of a sweet, tangy tart.

”It will eventually,” Mrs. Pettigrew replied. ”And besides, you still have your girlfriend to cheer you up. And when exactly, were you planning on telling me about her?”

Pettigrew chokes and through watery eyes gasped, ”Who told you?!”

”Why the neighbors, did! Apparently, they saw you canoodling with her in public!” Mrs. Pettigrew crossed her arms over her ample chest. ”Now bring the girl over next time, I'd like to properly meet her.”

”Yes, mum,” Pettigrew sheepishly said as he nervously rubbed his chin with his hand. He was not sure what his mother would think of his Quyen. She was a Slytherin, after all. And his own mother and father had both been Hufflepuff's.

”So, who is she and what house is she in?” Mrs. Pettigrew eagerly prodded. This was the first girl his son had ever shown interest in and she aimed to have him keep her. She wanted cute grandbabies some years further down the road. Ones, she could spoil with all her love and care.

”Er, her name is Quyen Crowley,” Pettigrew gulped. ”And she's a Slytherin.”

Mrs. Pettigrew slowly nods her head and says, ”Well, you've been friends with the two Prince children and they're not bad sorts. I would think that if you chose a Slytherin girl, she would be good as well. But remember, Bonbon, Slytherins tend to be petty. If you ever decide to marry the girl, please try to remember to wisely keep your mouth shut and not make any sort of rude comments.”

”Yes, mum,” Pettigrew blushed. ”I'll bring her over before the start of the start of the school term. I'll send her a letter right now!” Pettigrew scrambled to his feet and went to write a letter to his girlfriend and mail it off with their old family owl.

Mrs. Pettigrew happily hummed to herself as she watched her beloved son scramble up the stairs. Turning away with a determined swoosh of her skirts, she got to work. She had plenty of things which to clean in order to prepare for the visit of Miss Crowley.

She might not be wealthy or very well off, but she still had her pride. And she would show her best foot forward to her potential future daughter-in-law. Because if her son is anything like his father, he'd marry the first girl he fell in love with which in this case was the present Mrs. Pettigrew.

Even back when, she had been Miss Rowle, before marrying her husband, she had never truly been wealthy. The Rowle's were an old pureblood family with a cruel, vindictive nature. She had been lucky she belonged to one of the minor branches and had been an only daughter. Despite being disinherited by her parents for marrying a muggleborn wizard, she had been permitted to take her tiny marriage dowry with her. It had been enough to allow them the newlywed couple to buy their cottage and allow her to pay for her husband's funeral.

Still, Mrs. Pettigrew had a hint of worry on her face. Miss Crowley most certainly was the only daughter to a main pureblood family. Would her parents even allow her son's courtship much less a marriage between them?

Shaking such troubling thoughts from her mind, Mrs. Pettigrew resolutely began to pull items out of the attic to be cleaned. Whether or not the two children would marry was a distant future away. She would instead concentrate on what was directly in front of her, and with a loud sneeze, she got to work. Hufflepuff's were steady like that.