Chapter 847 - Presentation Ball Ⅱ (2/2)
Worst of all, it was Regulus's death that followed not long after causing Sirius to only grow more reckless and bolder. There were times when James had secretly wondered if Sirius did not secretly have a death wish. Far too late he understood his friend and the agony and despair Sirius must have felt at that time. He should have done more, but the past could not be changed. It was a bitter lesson filled with regret, guilt, and shame.
James is pulled out of his reverie at Rowan idly remarking, ”Did you know that Orion Black and Stephen Flint have a severe dislike for each other since their youth at Hogwarts? I suppose we really should be grateful that Silvia fell for Terry and not Regulus. Merlin knows what would have happened, I am certain that Orion Black or Stephen Flint would have killed or disowned their children rather than become in-laws.”
James chokes back a chuckle, before glancing in the direction of the dark-haired wizard that Orion Black was fiercely scowling at. Stephen Flint was an elegant wizard with blueish eyes and wore a glass spectacle over his left eye. The two purebloods were glaring at each other with such disdain that their wives were pointedly pulling them in opposite directions.
James knew that Sirius had it bad for Tiffany Topsey, but not to this degree. However, James couldn't exactly criticize Sirius, he had acted just as foolish with HIS Lily. He internally winces at the last thought, before gesturing to Rowan to move forward.
Rowan merely eyes him for a moment, before the two of them resume greeting more guests. The stream of guests begins to slow down when a tall, thin youth with a small goatee covering his weak chin approached them. The young man seemed to possess a cheerful demeanor as he smiled at them with a yellow-toothed smile. And yet his yellow-toothed smile that did not reach his eyes that were cold and unmoving.
Instinctively James did not like the wizard and leaned closer towards Rowan. Even more so as the youth's gaze lingered a tad too long for comfort on Rowan. James's face grew cold as he arched his brow at the youth.
”It is always a pŀėȧsurė to see you, Rowan Prince,” Igor Karkaroff replied in an accented voice ignoring the primary escort of Rowan Prince, James Potter.
”Mm, Igor, did you know that Terry Greengrass and Delilah Pizzaro are both present in attendance tonight?” Rowan darkly smirked. ”Why I do believe that the three of you have much to catch up on? They asked that I convey their eternal appreciation for you.”
Igor pales dramatically causing his weak chin to tremble violently. ”Er, excuse me,” he hastily said, before fleeing to the safety of his parent's side. He should be safe there or at least that is what he thought. (But he really shouldn't have ever accepted the punch from the server without checking his drink first.)
Seeing Igor Karkaroff nearly trip in his haste, James drily asks, ”So, I take there is a story there too?”
”He was rather unliked at Hogwarts including his own schoolmates by the end of the tournament,” Rowan truthfully murmured.. ”And well, Terry and Delilah Pizzaro especially do not like him. I am certain that they will corner him successfully at some point during the evening,” that or they would put something in his punch…