Chapter 506 - Mrs. Pettigrew Ⅱ (1/2)

Only a few days later on a quiet Sunday afternoon, Quyen Crowley tiptoed out of her bedroom and sneaked towards the floo hearth. The normally gloomy girl's eyes sparkled with energy as even her cheeks had a tint of flush in excitement. Her usual thick sausage like curls have neatly been tamed back into a more manageable ponytail.

The manor is empty for the afternoon as her parents had left for a Sunday tête-à-tête to be held at the Rowle home. Many families had been invited as the Rowle family were seeking a marriage partner for the disagreeable, but still unwed Euphemia, and a potential marriage partner for Thorfinn. However, despite the fact that many families would attend the tête-à-tête very few would consider betrothing their children to the Rowle family and those that would, would not be accepted by the Rowle family without a large bridal price or dowry. And a result, the Rowle family were being forced to lower their standards. They'd even accept a less than pure bloodline in exchange for a vast dowry and bridal price.

In lieu of such a terrible event, Quyen had long ago planned to fake an illness to avoid the social travesty. And it worked too as her parents departed without so much a worry and left her in the care of her nanny house-elf's care, Golsee.

Quyen made a face at recalling the Rowle family. They were notoriously vindictive with a rather cruel streak. Her parents hoped to match her with one of the Rowle boys, but she had no interest whatsoever. The Rowle men tend to be cruel and Quyen knew that she would be treated worse than a house elf. No, she most certainly would not agree to such a match.

More so Quyen exactly who the Rowle's were secretly supporting. She did not understand why her parents were attempting such a match with how tense things were. But if she was perfectly honest with herself, she knew why. Her parents were covering their behinds just in case the Dark Lord rose to power. Whichever way the dice fell, they would be safe from both sides.

Quyen had almost successfully made it to the floo hearth when a loud pop is heard. A wrinkled, thin old house elf with large watery eyes says, ”Little Quyen, the master, and mistress are gone! What is Little Quyen doing out of bed?!” The female house elf called, Golsee panicked.

Quyen lips twitch in annoyance at the antics of her house elf nanny. ”I am visiting a friend,” Quyen mumbled. ”I will be back within two hours.”

Golsee shakes and rubs her hands anxiously together. ”Golsee cannot allow it, little Quyen. What if master and mistress return early?!”

”I shan't be gone very long, Golsee,” Quyen firmly said. ”This is an order.”

Golsee tugs on her ears and says, ”Golsee only worry for little Quyen. Golsee not want little Quyen in trouble. Golsee not want to see little Quyen locked away. No, no, Golsee cannot bear it!”

Quyen lips tremble with apprehension and fear. When she was younger, she used to cry, when she was left all alone. Her mother especially did not like it and would lock her in a room until she behaved. Her mother used to say to her then, ”If you wish to act like a foul, little beast than like a beast, ye shall be caged!” It had been years since the last time she had been locked in, but still, Quyen would shake with unease at the threat.

Clenching her skirt, Quyen glanced down at her nanny house elf. The old thing had been the only one to give her any sort of affection. The only one to tuck her into bed and kiss her goodnight. The one who held her when she wet the bed from nightmares and hid the mess from her mother. Golsee had been the only one that had always been there for her.

Quyen's eyes soften as she quietly says, ”I promise, I will be back within two hours, Golsee. If I am not back, then you have my permission to grab me from wherever I am located at and bring me back.”

Golsee ceased to tug on her ears in frustration leaving her ears bright red. ”But what if little Quyen is hurt?” Golsee protested.

”I am flooing directly to my friend's house,” Quyen argued. ”I shall be perfectly safe from harm.”

”Golsee no like this little Quyen,” Golsee unhappily muttered. ”But Golsee will do as little Quyen says.”

Quyen nods at her house elf, before cheerfully walking over to the fireplace. Taking a bit of the sparkly powder, Quyen tosses the floo powder into the flames. ”Mrs. Pettigrew's Place.” The flames roar as they turn green and she steps into them vanishing away.

The Pettigrew home had been cleaned from top to bottom and sparkled. The air is scented with the sweet scent of food and that of fresh lemon-like scent. The figure of Pettigrew can be seen pacing back and forth on the round rug in the living room. Glancing at the time, Peter Pettigrew idly wonders, if his girlfriend is not coming? What if something went wrong? What if she had changed her mind in the end?

While Pettigrew is stuck in an endless loop of worries, the fireplace roars with green flames as the lovely figure of his girlfriend emerge from the hearth. Pettigrew rushes forward and takes his girlfriend by the hands. ”You're here,” Pettigrew reverently whispered.

Quyen flushed and shyly murmurs, ”I wouldn't miss it for the world.”

”Come,” Pettigrew gently tugged her along. ”My mum's in the kitchen.”