Chapter 513 - Topsy-Turvey Manor (2/2)
”Well, this is new,” a rather cool female voice said.
Tiffany lips twitch into a grin as she says, ”Rowan, you're here early! You're not supposed to arrive until later.”
Rowan shrugged and mutters, ”I was tired of listening to Severus complain.”
Tiffany chokes as her nephew and Rowan carefully study each other intently for a moment. Christopher furrows his brows as if unsure as Rowan frowns much the same. The two were rather wary of each other for some unknown reason.
Deciding to change the strange ambiance, Tiffany says, ”Well, we might as well settle down for tea and biscuits.”
”Very well, lead the way,” Rowan said as she followed alongside Tiffany studying Topsy-Turvey Manor. Unlike the other homes she had been to the manor is rather well lit with windows and is rather cheery with a warm furniture like tone. To be perfectly honest even though nowhere as lavish as Prince manor, it was much warmer and welcoming at first glance.
Tiffany leads Rowan to a nearby parlor that already has a steaming set of tea with a small tower of biscuits and various other desserts. The little boy happily claps his hands together in delight as Tiffany says, ”Molma!”
A faint pop is heard an instant later, when a rather old, wrinkled female house elf is before them. The female has a button nose, small bat-like ears, and a warm crooked smile. ”Molma comes little one. Is it time for young master's snack?”
”Yes, Molma,' Tiffany fondly replied to her old nanny house elf that took care of her when she was young. ”Do you have his bib?”
”Molma has,” the female house elf knowingly said, before pulling out of her pocket a cute long bib with a ducky on it to protect the young master from become dirty.
Christopher pouts and crosses his hands over his chest in refuses. ”No! Big Boy!”
Molma not phased whatsoever instead says, ”The master is clean. Young master does not want to be like master?'
The little boy looks torn, but before he can protest the tricky nanny already has the bib round him and hovers him into his seat. His distress is rapidly forgotten as Christopher loudly claps in delight as he is seated in a higher chair at the table. Molma nods her head in satisfaction, before pouring tea for all three of them, and vanishing away after with a soft pop.
While Christopher happily chews a biscuit, Rowan takes a sip of her own tea and makes a face, it was too bitter. Adding a bit of cream and sugar, she finally nods in satisfaction at the taste. Rowan catches Tiffany watching her and arches her brow at her.
Tiffany almost like her usual impish self, she says, ”I bet most people don't know, but you actually have a bit of a sweet tooth, Rowan.”
”Don't we all?” Rowan replied undaunted by the remark.
Tiffany rolls her eyes and says, ”Silvia, and Pandora, won't be able to be come today, they both have other events planned. When do you think, Terry is going to-?”
Tiffany is unable to finish her sentence when the door to the parlor room bursts open and there standing in front of them is the ever-debonair figure of Terry Greengrass. ”Yes, it is I,” Terry proudly declared, before taking a seat next to them and pouring himself some tea.
Only Terry could burst into a parlor room and make it seem like it was all part of his regular routine. He would have been a great theatre actor in another life. That or a conman.