Chapter 880 - Panicked Arrival Ⅲ (1/2)
With an elegant grace, Druella led the elders of the Black family to a private parlor for her own personal use set aside by her daughter and her son-in-law, Lucius Malfoy. She gestures for the elders to have a seat first, before shutting the door shut with a flick of her wand. The door loudly closes shut leaving the four elderly Black elders' sitting down in a circle before she joins them.
The short, pouchy figure of Arcturus Black, the 3rd snorts loudly and folds his arms over his ċhėst. He looked very little like his handsome son, Orion, and a bit more like his daughter, Lucretia, but overall, his children were both much better looking than he.
”So, we lost Bilius Weasley,” Arcturus pompously said, ”he is still only from a side branch descended from a cousin, Cedrella-.”
”Enough, Arcturus!” Snapped the unwed sinister of the family, Cassiopeia Black. She shakes her elegant silver head in disapproval, while her sharp gray eyes flashed with vexation. ”Have you no shame, cousin!” She sneered. ”The dead are not to be mocked, Arcturus. Then again, our dear old Aunt never did manage to teach you manners despite the innumerable tutors and lessons that she hired to teach you manners!”
Arcturus's face swells in anger, a violet color, but before he can begin to yell, a sharp raspy voice says, ”That is enough out of both of you!” The commanding voice rings through the air causing Cassiopeia to sneer again, but remain silent, while Arcturus folds his arms over his ċhėst in a huff. Cassiopeia was in no mood to pick a fight with her elder brother, Pollux, nor Arcturus with his cousin, Pollux.
The white-haired wizard was ancient, tall, and thin with gray eyes that greatly resembled that of his deceased son, Alphard Black. Having outlived his wife and two sons, Pollux gestures a slightly spotted pale hand at Druella. ”Daughter-in-law, you have not summoned us here for nothing. I have no more time to waste, I am old and tired. So, speak.”
”Father-in-law,” Druella firmly replied, ”I regret to bear the burden, but I must inform the elders of the family of the death of Lucretia and Ignatius Prewett at the hands of the giants.”
”No, you lie,” Arcturus shouted in disbelief as he leaped out of his seat. He instantly begins to pace before, ”Why I just saw her this morning and she said she would attend the presentation ball but would arrive fashionably late!”
”You have my utmost sincere condolences, Arcturus, but we were all witnesses to her and her husband's untimely death,” Druella solemnly declared.
”No, no, no,” Arcturus mȯȧnėd as he slumped back into his chair. A look of disbelief, pain and sorrow fill his eyes. For all his arrogance and pride, he cared for his only two children. His son is his pride and his daughter is-, was the apple of his eyes. He lets out another mȯȧn and covers his eyes as if to hide away from the awful truth that lay before him.
The faces of the two Black sisters, Cassiopeia Black, and Dorea Potter are pale at the news. Pollux's gray eyes meet the eyes of his two sisters, who stare solemnly back at him. He wearily turns towards his daughter-in-law. ”There is more is there not?”
”Yes,” Druella truthfully replied. ”The child named Lorcan D'Eath saved our lives, a life debt is owed by much of the family including myself.” She paused, before adding, ”And his mother, the widow, Juliet D'Eath perished in the attack. The child still lays unconscious, but he is effectively an orphan.”
”D'Eath,” Pollux frowned and narrowed his gray eyes with alarm. ”Not the one from the Daily Prophet is it?”
”Astute as always, father-in-law,” Druella flattered her in-law. ”The child is the product of a witch's and a vampire's true love.”
”An orphan, you say?” Cassiopeia muttered furrowing her brow. ”By our laws, the family must take the child in and raise the child into ȧduŀthood. However, we are old and the younger family members still have young children. It would not befit for the child to be raised there.”