Chapter 677 - The Birds and the Bees Sequel Ⅲ (2/2)
Terry paused, before taking a shaky breath. ”And so, one night not long after, he whispered words of love and utter devotion to her. The rake asked that they share a romantic meal under the light of the moon. Utterly besotted, Cousin Eponine slipped away to meet her lover. They feasted, they made love, and before the night was up, her lover poured her a cup of wine to drink-.”
Terry's voice broke with emotion as Severus placed a hand on his shoulder in comfort. Sylvia, Bethanie, and Tiffany's eyes all share unhidden traces of horror as they can easily guess the ending of this tale. ”He placed an abortive potion in the wine,” Rowan stiffly interjected.
”Yes,” Terry closed his eyes for a moment as Bethanie let out a gasp, while Sylvia pressed her lips tightly together, and Tiffany let out a sad sigh of sympathy.
”The black-hearted villain,” Severus rigidly hissed with his teeth bared in anger.
”Indeed,” Terry answered as he opened his eyes again. ”Cousin Eponine lost the babe that very night, while the blackguard fled across the ocean to the new continent. Cousin Eponine was never the same afterward, she became colder, harsher, and crueler.”
”That explains much,” Bethanie sympathetically murmured, ”the poor woman.”
”Mm, well, not all is lost,” Terry said with a bit of a predatory gleam in his eyes. ”The blackguard thought to outrun us, but we are a particularly large family, and more so, we are Veela's. A Veela cousin residing in the west found him.”
”And then what?” Sylvia inquired further.
Terry merely smiled a terrifying smile that sent a dreadful, bone-chilling shiver down their spines. Sensing his friend's unease, Terry tactfully changes the subject. ”Anywho, Cousin Eponine fueled by the past and never wanted such a repeat went on to become a Potions Master. She has yet to marry, but my aunt and uncle would never force to marry, nor much less would great-grandmother permit after her harrowing experience.”
”The scoundrel,” Tiffany semi-bitterly said. ”Good riddance, I say. She was better off without him.” For she understood better than anyone else, what it was like to be engaged to such an individual. It was painful and tiresome. And even if it had ended as it did, she found that she was the happier for it even with the superstition of being a Death Bride hanging overhead.
Rowan agreed with Tiffany's statement as she muttered to herself, ”Love is not always true and often confused for l.u.s.t,” and recalled Terry's cousin, Rosie. No doubt part of the reason Damian Muliciber had tried to force himself upon the younger, female squib was in part due to the rumored past of Eponine Mortimer. A Greengrass female of that branch would seem like easy pickings and would also explain the protectiveness of Terry towards his female cousins especially that of Rosie.
A sharp rap brings Rowan back to the present as Professor Mortimer says, ”Now are there any questions?” None of the girls raise their hands as Rowan feels an odd strange of Déjà vu. By Merlin's beard, did she have to do what Prefect Pizarro had done for them?!
With a very blank face, Rowan raises her hand causing a familiar groan to ripple from the younger Slytherin girls in the room. ”Yes, Prefect Prince?” Professor Mortimer excitedly asked.
In a monotone voice, Rowan says, ”I am certain that the girls are too embarrassed to speak at present, and much like Prefect Pizarro during my own time, I shall ask on their behalf. What if there are issues with monthly cycles or strange painful symptoms in their nether regions? And what of maintaining physical hygiene including deodorant and acne?”
”Excellent question, Prefect Prince,” Professor Mortimer practically purred, before delving into the subject. Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click #%E2%85%B2_52028833687201447 for visiting.
All the while, Rowan kept a carefully blank face that showed signs of cracks as she too wished the damned lesson would come to an end. The seconds seemed to tick by slowly until at long last Professor Mortimer says, ”Well, my fellow Slytherins, you have been educated duly thus, and I except for zero accidents to occur is that understood?” A frosty, predatory gleam glints visibly in her eyes promising a cruel and most unusual punishment for any failings.
The Slytherin second and third years including the transfer students nod their heads fearfully in understanding like terrified baby chicks. ”Wonderful, you are dismissed,” Professor Mortimer cheerfully said. ”Off to dinner you go, I am certain that you are all famished.” The Slytherin girls pale further and some look even sickly as the thought of food at present was the furthest things from their minds at present. Their shoes scuff across the stone floor as they scramble out the door as quickly and as far as they can from the assistant Potions Professor.
”Well done, Prefect Prince,” Professor Mortimer said with a bit of a teasing twinkle in her eyes, before swishing past Rowan and heading up to the Great Hall.
Rubbing her forehead with one hand, Rowan tiredly follows after feeling as though she had lost her appetite for the evening. However, from experience, she knew she wasn't the only one, and Severus no doubt would be in a worse shape. Which caused her to violently shiver and turn green as she recalled Remus's words. She quickly thought it better to skip dinner that evening and headed back to the common room for a quick lie down. She desperately could use the rest, and she would too.