Chapter 507 - Dinner at 12 Grimmauld Place (1/2)

However, earlier that same Sunday near Wiltshire, it was mid-morning. The family of five could be seen eating breakfast despite the late mid-morning hour, which was closer to lunch really. The only sound in the grand dining room is the clinking of silverware, while Bogdan Fawley glowers darkly at his children. He had a raging headache despite having already taken a hangover potion for the night before.

Bogdan Fawley's typically groomed hair is tousled, and his usual tan complexion is rather shallow causing the slight spray of freckles across his nose to be rather dark in stark contrast. His eyes are red-rimmed, but that does not stop him from searching for a single excuse to discharge his pent-up irritation. However, his children knew him all too well, and did not even so much as make a peep nor loudly eat.

Sitting at his side is the voluptuous hourglass figure of his wife, Lysithea Fawley, who delicately cracks open a coddled egg with her spoon. Despite having just woken up her lips are a seductive rosebud pink that could easily make any male in the room mouths water and their trousers become tight. And that sensual image is further increased by the fact that she was only wearing undergarments with a half-open silk dress robe. There was not much that was left to the imagination, to say the least.

Lysithea purposefully crosses her silky, fair legs in front of her causing her husband's attention to be pulled away from their children. Her husband, Bogdan sends a tentative her leer her way, and while she responds back with a pursing of her lips causing him to hungrily lick his lips.

Lysithea knew exactly what she was doing when she distracts her husband's attention from her children. They would be attending a ball later in the week, and she did not want any of her children to be bruised, especially her daughter. Her daughter was like a beautiful rose that had finally bloomed, and who many admired and wanted to desperately pluck for their own. And even if those admirers did not gain anything out of the situation, they did tend to send rather expensive, lavish gifts for the family to have.

Lysithea loose cascading auburn hair rustles as she leans back and turns her attention to her breakfast. Her husband much calmer now reaches over and strokes her leg without any embarrassment all the way up her thigh. Lysithea lips twitch as she softly chides, ”Later, Bogdan.”

Bogdan sighs as he reluctantly does as he is told and removes his hand. However, feeling in a much better mood he begins to sip the cup of black tea that had been placed before him, before taking a bite of toast. He would need the energy for their bout in bed after brunch.

A loud pop causing everyone to glance up and freeze as Bogdan abruptly rises to his feet causing his chair to tumble back in anger. ”What did I tell you, this morning, you, stupid creature!” Bogdan roared as he struck the diminutive female house elf that had several bruises across her arms, and legs.

The tiny female house elf went flying and struck the wall rather loudly with a painful thud. Bethanie, Spurgeon do their best to hide their expressions, but their hands clench their silverware until their fingers turn white. Esmond much better practiced at hiding his expression only bites his lips to keep himself from gasping out loud at father's violent actions.

Bogdan advances on the tiny female house elf that is struggling to rise to her feet to bow. However, before Bogdan can strike the house elf with a good boot heel into her stomach, Lysithea says, ”Wait, Bogdan.”

Bogdan paused as Lysithea adds, ”What is that you want, creature?”

The tiny female house's straight hair falls forward to cover her face as she bows and says, ”Vimla is sorry for disobeying master, but a message from the Black family has arrived.” The female house elf hobbles painfully forward and holds out the letter to Master Fawley.

Bogdan snatches the letter from the creature and glances at the wax seal. Bogdan's eyes brighten as he hands the letter to his wife. ”It has the Black family crest,” Bogdan eagerly said as his wife quickly put down her silverware and broke the wax seal.

Lysithea is silent for a moment before a slow grin appears on her face. ”Walburga and Orion Black have invited us to a private dinner. They wish to discuss a matter of importance with us.”