Chapter 824 - Start of Winter Holidays Ⅳ (2/2)
Reginald lets out a hoarse, bitter chuckle. ”I cannot fault you there.” Indeed, he could not. For his younger sister, Georgine had many times accused him of pride and his lack of trust in her countless times before. He could not deny the truth of his sister's words, but he had promised their mother to protect her, and he had done all that he could to fulfill that promise no matter what the cost.
Reginald's face becomes solemn again and clasps his hands before him. ”Is there anything else that I must know regarding the various enemy entities that exist?”
”If and when the Giant's come, grandfather,” Rowan slowly said. ”Please accept and uphold the request negotiated by Gringotts and the Ministry of Magic.”
Reginald's eyes narrow recalling his granddaughter's recent comment on pawns. Considering the implication, he slowly nods his head as suspicions formulate within his head. ”You will want to ensure that it is a binding contract, Rowan.”
”I will,” Rowan firmly answered. ”That is why I request that I be permitted to visit Gringotts this very afternoon. It is a pressing business that I must see to in Diagon Alley.”
”Very well,” Reginald said in permission. ”However, wear a glamor, I do not trust Diagon Alley these days even if the press no longer concerned about their safety are able to traverse freely on the streets.”
Rowan nods her head in acceptance and rises to leave, before pausing. ”And grandfather,” she slowly turned to say, ”take care. It will move against the Prince's.”
Reginald arches his brow in question, but Rowan shakes her head. ”I do not know when, by who, nor what, I merely know that an attack will surely come.”
”Mm, we shall see,” Reginald placidly said, before gesturing for his granddaughter to leave him be to think.
Rowan paused again and turned to glance at her grandfather with more a glint of curiosity in her eyes. ”I forgot to ask, grandfather, but, who did you select to be my primary escort?”
Reginald's lips twitch as if suppressing a smirk, before nonchalantly replying, ”It will ruin the surprise.”
Rowan's face darkens, before loudly closing the door after her. Reginald's lips twitch for a moment, before speaking to the air. What do you think, Sir Knight Prince?”
The flames in the hearth flicker as if a strong wind brushed by. The flames are left with a slight tinge of blue fire to them as do the candles in the chandelier hanging on high. The ghostly form of Sir Knight Prince can be seen passing through the shut door leading to the secret laboratory in the study. The handsome knight's head is carefully carried by his ghostly body.
Sir Knight Prince's face is unusually solemn as he replies, ”The child told no lies which is rather perturbing, I must confess.”
”I feared as much,” Reginald said with a frown. ”We will have to be further cautious in our movements.” He paused and turned towards the ghost. ”Do you have anything to add to that statement, Sir Knight Prince?”
”You have far more pressing concerns with the Presentation Ball in mere days' time,” Sir Knight Prince said with a not so subtle gleeful smile.
”Don't remind me,” Reginald ġrȯȧnėd as he rubbed his head with one hand. He pointedly ignores the ghost before returning to sending out various correspondences.
Sir Knight Prince shrugs and floats through the door knowing full well that Dawn would be displeased if there was any ectoplasmic goo residue left behind. He simply couldn't help himself; he was a ghost! Still, he tactfully decided to find Laldey. Laldey called him, ”geepa,” and Dawn could hardly nag at him in front of her precious child. It was certainly not cowardly; it was merely cunning and self-preservation!