Chapter 506 - Mrs. Pettigrew Ⅱ (2/2)

Quyen pales a bit, but firmly clutches her boyfriend's hand. The two of them head down the hallway to a small kitchen that had a round kitchen table with room for four. The table was groaning under the weight of food with delicious smelling desserts and pies sitting on kitchen counter racks to cool, before consumption.

A mousy looking woman with mousy brown hair and chocolate-colored eyes whirled around causing her apron strings to fly. A warm smile appeared on Mrs. Pettigrew as Quyen began to introduce herself, ”Greetings Mrs. Pettigrew, I am Quyen C-.”

Quyen let out a surprised, ”oof,” at suddenly begin hugged. Pettigrew flushes a bit in mortification as his mother sweeps up his girlfriend into her arms. ”Welcome dear,” Mrs. Pettigrew happily said as Quyen found her face in an ample bosom. ”My son has told me so much about you that I feel as though I know you already.”

Pulling back, Mrs. Pettigrew gets a good luck at his son's sweetheart. A tad scrawny with pale skin and glorious, thick dark curls. A bit somber and wary of others the way most pureblood children are, but a good girl at heart. Mrs. Pettigrew lets out a sound in satisfaction pleased at her son's choice.

”Have a seat, my dear,” Mrs. Pettigrew happily said as she led her potential future daughter-in-law to sit down.

Still somewhat shocked at being so abruptly hugged, Quyen finds herself seated next to her boyfriend and his mother. Quyen clears her throat and says, ”Thank you for having me, Mrs. Pettigrew. Your home is very lovely.”

”That is very kind of you to say, my dear,” Mrs. Pettigrew said. ”Now eat up, I've made plenty of food.”

Quyen dutifully serves herself as Pettigrew flashed his girlfriend an apologetic smile. His mother could be a tad overenthusiastic at times. It was part of her nurturing Hufflepuff nature.

While Quyen and Pettigrew begin to eat, Mrs. Pettigrew carefully studies the pair. Though the girl was shy, she had bright shiny eyes full of love every time she looked at her son. And her son returned the same equally infatuated gaze.

Feeling much more confident about their being a couple, Mrs. Pettigrew carefully says, ”My dear, I was wondering if your parents are in opposition to the two of you courting. If not, I would be most happy to oblige by the courtship rules. I am a Rowle by birth and only became a Pettigrew upon marrying my now deceased husband.”

Quyen both perked up and frowned at those words. She could have never imaged that her dear sweet Peter could ever be related to such fiends. But at the same time, her parents could not protest the match as her Peter was in fact a Rowle through his mother's side.

Quyen carefully finally answers, ”My parents are not aware of our relationship yet, but I wish to marry Peter. I would be thrilled if you, Mrs. Pettigrew would send my parents a request for an official courtship.”

Mrs. Pettigrew sighed a bit at that. ”I'm afraid not, my dear,” Mrs. Pettigrew regretfully declared. ”My husband was a muggleborn wizard and I was disowned for marrying him.”

Quyen's face wilts but Pettigrew firmly takes her hand. ”Then we'll elope,” Pettigrew matter-of-factly proclaimed. ”Once we're old enough, we'll get married.”

Quyen slowly raises her head with eyes full of hope. ”You would do that for me?” Quyen whispered.

”Yes,” Pettigrew audaciously declared. ”I'd do anything for you, Queyen.”

Quyen glances down at her plate for a second before looking up at Mrs. Pettigrew. ”If you don't mind our eloping, I'd happily become your daughter-in-law, Mrs. Pettigrew.”

Mrs. Pettigrew ruefully grins and says, ”I'll not mind, there's plenty of room in our home even if it is a tad tiny, though I do not want to hear any more of this nonsense about the two of you eloping until your seventh year. I'd very much like for both of you to graduate from Hogwarts.”

”Yes, mum,” Pettigrew obediently said as he and Quyen returned to eating but they continued to hold hands the entire time.

Mrs. Pettigrew shook her head and cheerfully dug into her own plate. No matter what came, she was confident enough that the two of them would brave the storms that would come. She could only hope for the best for them. And that is all a mother can do at times.