Chapter 507 - Dinner at 12 Grimmauld Place (2/2)
Lysithea's lips curl up into an enchanting smile that caused her husband, Bogdan to hungrily stare at her lips again. ”You've done very well for yourself, my girl,” Lysithea proudly said as she studied the quiet figure of her daughter. ”You've managed to enthrall the youngest Black child, and it would appear that the Black family is finally moving to ensure that you are not taken by any other. Well, done, indeed.”
Turning towards the wretched creature, Lysithea says, ”Tell the Black family that we accept the invitation and will be in attendance.”
The tiny house elf bows, despite the pain. ”Vimla understands,” before swiftly popping away.
Rising to her feet, Lysithea takes her husband by the hand. ”Let us go and have a romp in my bedroom, Bogdan,” Lysithea said without any trace of shame or embarrassment. ”I will need the time to bathe afterward in order to ready myself for this evening.”
Bogdan growls hungrily, before all but dragging his wife behind him and away to her bedchamber. A loud squeal can be heard further down the hallway as much too impatient to wait, Bogdan gathers Lysithea in his arms and carries her away with full speed to her room. The door slamming far away can be heard announcing that the two of them had finally reached their destination.
”Vimla,” Bethanie hurriedly said, the instant she is certain that her parents are busy with other things.
A loud pop is heard as the tiny female house elf in a clean tea towel with the Fawley embroidered crest appears before them. Bethanie hurries forward as do the figures of Spurgeon and Esmond. Esmond hugs the tiny house elf and whispers, ”How bad does it hurt, Vimla?”
Vimla lets out a painted wheeze in reply. ”Vimla is only badly bruised, no broken bones.”
Spurgeon's lips turn into a snarl as he hisses, ”One day, I'll be the master of this house, and this will no longer occur, Vimla. I can promise you that!”
”Hush, Spurgeon,” Bethanie said as she glanced warily at the walls. There was no telling what kind of spells their father had in place. He liked to listen in and surprise them, whenever he could. It was born out of paranoia and there were whispered rumor's that Bogdan had poisoned his own father to inherit the Fawley fortune.
Spurgeon presses his lips together in understanding as Esmond remains silent and does not ask Vimla anything more. Rather than speaking again, Bethanie removes a pain-relieving potion from her pocket and hands it over to Vimla. From experience she had known that with their father out drinking with his friends the night before, there would eventually be an unfortunate victim, she just had not been sure who it would be until now.
Vimla tries to silently refuse, but Bethanie does not allow the house elf to refuse. Vimla can only reluctantly accept the potion, before nodding with gratitude and popping away. With the house elf now gone, Bethanie says, ”Let us finish breakfast, and then we need to bathe, and ready ourselves for tonight.”
Spurgeon helps his younger brother, Esmond back to his feet, before the three of them sit back down in the large, lonely dining room. The three children quietly eat as they often do except for Sunday mornings. It was the one day of the week when their parents liked to present a farce to society that they are a caring family, the sheer, and utter irony.