Chapter 613 - Unexpected Visitor (2/2)
Having finished nibbling at her food, Dorea courteously says, ”These scones are most well-made, Eileen, and the tea is just right.”
”Thank you, Mrs. Potter,” Eileen warily replied. ”However, I find myself surprised by this most unexpected visit, Mrs. Potter. And our families were never close, and my home is not easily found.”
”Mm, well I have my ways,” Dorea muttered as she took another sip of the well-brewed tea.
Eileen's eyes narrow as she coldly says, ”Then Mrs. Potter exactly why are you here then? I doubt it is for a friendly visit.”
”My, my, Eileen, you are most certainly a Prince,” Dorea faintly said with an amus.e.m.e.nt gleam in her eyes. ”Prince's the whole lot of you are so suspicious of another's motives.”
Eileen's lips turn into a faint line as she crisply retorts, ”The Prince's have had to be to survive.”
”Mm, true enough,” Dorea replied as she set her china teacup onto the saucer. ”Now then, I suppose I shall finally speak of the concerning matters at hand. Considering your alienation from your family, please allow me to inform you that Rowan and Severus Prince will be presented into wizarding society during the upcoming winter holidays. Naturally, a godfather and godmother will be assigned, Fleamont Potter as godfather, and myself as godmother.”
A bittersweet expression appears on Eileen's face as she unsteadily asks, ”And exactly why are you telling this, Mrs. Potter? Have you come to gloat?”
”No, Eileen, I am here to play the Devil's advocate,” Dorea truthfully replied to the startled expression of Eileen. ”I am a Black, Eileen, and we do not forgive and forget. However, your children are still alive, and as are you. And though I understand and whole heartedly agree with Reginald's decision, I too understand of one who desperately longs to see a beloved family member return to the inner folds of their family.”
Dorea paused as she removed an invitation from the inner folds of her shawl and slid it across the table to halt exactly in front of Eileen's saucer. ”An invitation?” Eileen whispered as she tremblingly grasped the invitation in her two hands. ”Why?” She asked with a mix of emotions.
Dorea's lips twitch into a cold smile as she says, ”Naturally, there are certain conditions that must be met.”
”What?” Eileen desperately asked.
”It is remarkably simple, Eileen, you must bring your husband to the ceremony,” Dorea replied to the great dismay of Eileen. ”Do not confuse my actions for kindness, Eileen, but it is not a punishment either. It is merely an opportunity, and like all things for a price. I shall see myself out,” before departing from the Filch family home.
Eileen does not reply as she clenches the invitation in her hand but is unable to release it. The invitation was much like the forbidden apple found in the garden. Once tasted, it would be impossible to return to the garden again. But the snake was quite convincing, and the fruit truly had been that tempting. And she too like the foremother of humanity found herself unable to stop herself from stretching for forth her hand and plucking the forbidden fruit from the tree.