Chapter 877 - Return to Prince Manor Ⅱ (2/2)
James is brought out of his awestruck state by a loud piercing shriek. He turns his head towards the source only to spot an enormous, but gorgeous peacock halts further down the hallway. The peacock unfurls its feathers impressively and territorially strides forward and eyes the intruders within Prince Manor. The peacock at noticing James's gazes even more aggressively stomps forward glaring pointedly at them.
”What the-,” James arched his brow in bewilderment, ”is that a peacock?” He exclaimed in disbelief pointing at the gorgeous colored plumaged bird.
”Mm, yes, that is Fidel, Aunt Georgine's familiar,” Rowan drily replied.
”Figures,” James murmured as he watched Professor Prince affectionately smooth the ruffled feathers of her familiar. Of course, Professor Prince would have such a proud beast for a familiar. It certainly fit her to the letter tee.
Fidel did not seem convinced by his mistress's actions, and let out a warning cry, before proudly strutting forward. In the end, he settled down in a corner of the hall and maintained watch over the intruders at all times. He trusted not the humans that the evil bird killer and evil feather thief brought to their domain.
Clearing his throat, Fleamont awkwardly says, ”Reginald Prince, might I request the use of the floo?” Fleamont paused with a frown as if making his mind up. ”And might I leave my son, James behind just for the night in your family's safekeeping?”
Reginald and Georgine share a startled gaze for a moment before Reginald slowly nods his head. ”Yes, you may, Fleamont,” he said, before gesturing at the house elf. ”Tadbey, please show Fleamont the way.”
”Yes, Master,” Tadbey said with a pointed sniff, before beckoning the short, elder wizard with knobby knees to follow him.
”Wait, but Dad!” James protested following after his father.
”James, it is your duty to accompany Rowan Prince for the night,” Fleamont firmly answered placing his aged hands on his son's shoulders. ”I will return in the morning with your mother. Can you do that for me?”
”Yes, Dad,” James reluctantly grumbled and turned back with a sigh.
Fleamont happens to catch Reginald's arched brow that is full of blatant skepticism. They both knew that something was off or else Fleamont would have never left his only son in the care of Reginald. Fleamont is the first to look away and hastily departs after the expectantly waiting house elf. Tadbey wasn't any rude by any means, but he did like to be prompt.
”I shall depart for the Ministry of Magic shortly,” Reginald loudly announced, before moving to his quarters to change clothing. He was not properly garbled for battle. Without a doubt, the giants are successfully being repelled as they spoke, but the Ministry of Magic would be left in shambles. There was little doubt in his mind that an emergency Wizengamot be held would be held within the hour. The consequences of the Giant attack could very well swing the tide of favor of the Wizengamot against Minister of Magic Jenkins and he must prevent that all costs for he still needed Minister Jenkins. No, he would ensure that the tide instead swung in In the Minister of Magic's favor.
Seeing her brother depart in such a decisive manner, Georgine promptly claps her hands to grab their attention. ”I am certain that you are all tired and hungry. Why don't we all go and change, before coming back down to enjoy a late, but a lighter meal?”
Severus nods his head in agreement as Rowan loudly sighs in blatant relief. She hadn't been able to eat even a morsel of food because of her tight corset. And frankly, she was STARVING!
Rowan and Severus head up the stairs, before Georgine says, ”Mr. Potter, if you will follow me, I shall show you to the guest rooms,” leading James and causing his luggage to follow them.
”Right,” James murmured under his breath, before following his DADA Professor. Frankly, he wanted to go back home and find out more about the giant attacks. The giants had not begun attacking the populace until after his 7th year. It was far too earlier for the attacks to occur nor had the giants ever attacked London thankfully. So, why had the attacks begun so early? It simply didn't make sense.. Then again, nothing seemed to make sense anymore.