Chapter 785 - Extended Invitation Ⅲ (2/2)
The Evans couple expectantly waits for Mr. Prince to speak. ”There is a certain dress decorum that is expected and naturally all expenses shall be covered by my house,” Reginald candidly said. ”I shall send my house elf, Dawn, another day to take the measurements of both of your daughters to be sent to the tailor to be made in time for the presentation. I can assure you the dresses will be both, tasteful and modest. My house elf will also deliver the formal invitation at that time.”
Reginald rose to his feet and continued, ”Traveling arrangements and accommodations shall be made as the time draws nearer, but I shall convey the information via letter when the time comes.”
”Travel arrangements and accommodations?” Mrs. Evans rather startled repeated the statement that Reginald had just made.
”Indeed, the presentation shall take in France at the residence of my belated wife's family, the Verninac's,” Reginald steadfastly replied. ”I can assure you that an international portkey will be amply prepared to deliver both girls safely. If it is a severe concern another arrangement can be made to have your two daughters depart with the Abbott family.”
”Portkey?” The Evans couple murmured in confusion. What on Earth was a portkey?!
”It is growing late, and I shall leave you to your rest,” Reginald said as the bewildered Evans couple mutely nod their heads in acceptance. Without any further conversation, Reginald pulls up the cowl of his hood and nods curtly at them, before letting himself out of the Evans home.
While Petunia solemnly contemplated how to go about learning to waltz, the poor Evans couple downstairs were left sitting down rather quietly in the family sitting room. After a moment, Mrs. Evans raised her head and drily said to her husband, ”You realize that if Lily does end up marrying Severus that man will become our in-laws.”
Mr. Evans rubs his ginger head and sighs, ”You mean more like that world will permanently become a part of Lily's life and by extension our own.”
”Well, it's only going to get worse,” Mrs. Evans drily supplied as Mr. Evans gave his wife a dubious look in reply.
”How could it possibly get worse?” Mr. Evans muttered as he rose to his feet and aided his wife up from her seat.
”Well, Petunia will probably marry that young wizard lad, Andrew Abbott,” Mrs. Evans sincerely said to her husband. ”And from what I hear he's a pureblood too.”
Mr. Evans lets out a low m.o.a.n as Mrs. Evans pats her husband on the back in consolation. ”There's a very good chance that most if not all of our grandchildren will be magical,” she said as they headed up the stairs towards the couple's bedroom.
Mr. Evans mutters under his breath that he is too tired to deal with this, and promptly climbs into bed. Mrs. Evans joins him, but a small smile plays out on her face. She never dreamed that her girls would go on to do such grand things. And it was all a mother could hope for her daughters. With a smile on her face, Mrs. Evans fell fast asleep dreaming sweet dream, while poor Mr. Evans tossed and turned with fretful dreams. It was every father's nightmare to learn that his girls were already involved with a boy. It was simply the worst!