Chapter 597 - Frank Conversation’s Ⅲ (1/2)
The two of them at this point had wandered out into a corridor and found a secluded area with a bench. Gesturing to Tiffany to have a seat first, Tiffany snorts at Sirius's unusual gentlemen's actions but does as requested, while Sirius with great pomp and flourish sits down next to Tiffany.
”So, are you going to tell me what this Bride of Death is all about?” Sirius genuinely curiously asked. ”Because I remember the Deathly Hallows, but I don't remember Death getting married at the end of the tale as being a part of it.”
”If I must,” Tiffany sighed in resignation as she fidgeted with her robes. ”Once a long time ago-.”
”Those are always the best kind of stories,” Sirius interrupted.
”Do you want me to tell the story or not?” Tiffany crossly snapped as Sirius made a zipping up motion with his hand. Suspiciously eyeing Sirius for a moment, she finally continues, ”As I was saying, once a long time ago not long after the world of the spirits and magic had begun to split, a beautiful witch was born. She was the daughter of a great wizard and said to be the most beautiful woman the world had ever seen. Many desired her even the Spirits themselves, and so a great War was waged for her hand.
After many years at long last, a mighty warrior arose and claimed victory. The victor most triumphantly claimed his bride, but on the eve of their wedding night, he passed away most mysteriously. Many suspected a foul play, but not a single trace of poison, magic, or that of a deadly wound could be found on his body.
Tragically, all too quickly the warrior's death was forgotten as another groom arose to purse the lovely bride. But once more on the eve of the wedding night, the groom mysteriously perished. Curious and enraged the family members of the second groom organized a third wedding party and waited for the murderer to reveal themselves.
With the trap set, the family members of the second groom hid and kept a careful watch over the bride. It was the witching hour when they saw a dark shadow enter through the hall and come to a halt before the to be the third groom. Those hidden felt such a chill of fear that they were unable to move, it was as though their very souls were being drawn out of their bodies.
The dark shadow hovered over the third groom's body, before departing. Left behind was a still, empty-like husk of the groom just as the first two grooms. None of those hidden dared raise their wands, but they hid in terror as they watched the shadow depart from the wedding hall. After that those present swore that Death itself had claimed the bride for his own. Everyone present fled, and the beautiful witch was abandoned in terror for who would be so foolish to wed the living bride of Death?”
”Well, that's stupid,” Sirius commented.
Tiffany arches her brow at him as he shrugs and adds, ”Well, I mean, it happened a long time ago, and I wouldn't be surprised if it was the witch or her father who did it. I mean, they were both powerful, weren't they? And lastly, that really sounds like a Dementor and not Death itself.”
Tiffany blinks rapidly and in a stunned voice replies, ”I guess so,” before bursting into laughter. ”Only you, Sirius, would hear that tale, and emerge with that response.”
Sirius sniffs delicately as if insulted, before glancing away and saying, ”So does that happen a lot?”
Tiffany clenches her robes in her hand as she stiffly lied, ”No, I haven't been left alone since my betrothal was renounced. This was the first time.”
”Huh,” Sirius said as he scratched his chin in thought. ”So, what can be done?”
”Nothing,” Tiffany sighed, ”not unless someone is crazy enough to marry me.”
”Oh, is that all?” Sirius exclaimed. ”I thought it would be something more difficult like defeating a dragon with one's bare hands.”