Chapter 510 - Vespucci Villa (2/2)
Emalia's sensual dark lips twitch into an enchanting smile. ”And what has you so very amiss this evening, caro mio?” Emalia muttered as she sat down next to her future sister-in-law.
Tiffany is quiet for a moment, before saying, ”I saw your friend again, this evening, the ever lovely, Carina. It would seem that she will in fact be Vasco's permanent mistress which I will have to contend with over Vasco's affections upon our marriage.
Emalia chuckles and waves her hand dismissively in the air. ”She is merely a lover, caro mio, nothing more. He will marry you and only you when the time comes.”
”I know that,” Tiffany coolly said. ”However, I would rather not place all of my eggs into one basket.”
Emalia's lips curl into a rueful smile. ”Ma cher, you worry too much,” Emalia confidently said as she eyed the beautiful flowers in the distance. ”Carina knows her place, caro mio, and poses no threat to you. But most importantly, Mamma, and Babbo, will always side with you over a simple mistress.”
Tiffany, however, does not discount the possibility of such a thing occurring. She had been raised in pureblood circles all her life. And yet, she had seen or heard of tales which seemed to be too fantastical to be true, and yet were. But importantly she was a Slytherin, and a Slytherin always sought self-preservation above all things.
Tired of speaking to Emalia regarding the same subject, Tiffany instead remarks, ”It is a shame, that we did not see you this past year at Hogwarts during the Tournament.”
”Yes,” Emalia sighed. ”It is a shame, but I was one year too young to participate.”
She had her parents were quite dismayed as this would have granted her the unique opportunity to encounter all the eligible bachelor's in attendance at Hogwarts. Surely, there must be one or two, who would succ.u.mb to her wiles. Not that she needed to be a seductress, but it could never hurt to play coy.
”Indeed,” Tiffany muttered drily ignoring the pouting lips of Emalia. ”But the Beauxbatons champion was a good contender.”
”Oui,” Emalia muttered. ”We were quite proud of Jean Delacour. And though he lost, he did his best.”
”Mm,” Tiffany only hummed in reply.
Rising back to her feet, Emalia extends her hand to Tiffany. ”Shall we go for a walk?”
Tiffany in a practiced fluid motion slips her shoes onto her feet and intertwining her arm with that of Emalia. Emalia's hand felt quite cool despite the warm weather, no doubt, thanks to a cooling charm. However, it did nothing for Tiffany except cause a chill of shivers to run down her in back in warning.
Still, Tiffany did not believe in divination itself, but rather in arithmancy. But that did not mean that omens were not to be taken seriously, they were part of a magical society after all. Glancing upward, she glimpses a tiny brown-colored bird flitting up above on a breeze, before vanishing. Sparrows are harbingers of change including death to some.