Chapter 2- Revelation
It seemed life had shattered around me or rather my world was turned upside down, you could even say that I was thrown into the unknown. But when I woke from my battered affair, I cried. What else could I do? The last image in my head was of my grandpa's scream then the empty eyes of death. I threw the pillow that I clutched across the room which collided with something that squeaked. I stopped my blubbering to see an overgrown rat with big eyes and equally large ears starring right at me. I screamed and the thing cowered. I stopped after watching the thing repeatedly smack itself with the lamp yelling some incoherent words. Of course I ran over and snatched the object; the thing started to wail and cry, then ran to the bed and started to bang his head against the bedpost. All I did was stare, I mean what the hell was this thing and why was it trying to kill itself, I didn't know what to do. Carefully I inched closer and suddenly the thing sprung away grasping the lamp once again and began growing the lump on its head. I chased the thing around the room, its' short little feet seemed to be moving faster than I could keep up. I finally yelled at it to give me the damn lamp and it promptly held it out to me. I stared at it crazily while its eyes turned into those notorious puppy eyes and I had to smile.
"Binny, I believe you have sufficiently woken up your mistress." The thing bowed and quickly disappeared.
"I, uh, I mean to say… It was beating itself with the lamp… Um… yes." Sadly that was the most intelligent thing I could come up with. I stared at the man that had claimed I was his granddaughter. He was tall, impeccably dressed, had really long hair that reminded me of a girl from a neighboring farm, but his was well groomed and looked silky. Overall he was very aristocratic, I finally stopped and saw that I was dressed in a silk nightgown and he held out a piece of fabric.
"It seems that your manners and etiquette will need to be worked on immediately." Suddenly the clothing he held wrapped itself around me. It was a elegant robe that was pale yellow with silver stars in the hem. He watched as I finished my inspection of the fine material and a smug smirk greeted me. He strolled over to a winged back chair as a fire blazed to life, to say I was transfixed would be putting it lightly. I looked at the ornate fireplace with snakes covered in a silver polish; I looked at the room I woke up in and was amazed. The ceilings were vaulted and accented with silver molding; the walls were a striped light green, while the floor was covered in a veined marble. The room was an image from the many books that I found of my mothers'. I turned to see the man beckoning me to a small table that was laden with food.
I hesitantly sat across from him, while several of the rat things popped out of nowhere and began to remove lids of the dishes and disappear. I stared as they popped out of thin air. "They are not rats, but what we call house elves, servants who perform adequately, if they disappoint they punish themselves for it is their will to please their masters. Also never give the things clothing, we wouldn't want any problems to occur and I rather not have emasculating elves puttering about. Another thing is, if you attempt to eat with your fingers again, we will have to jinx them off, and I would rather not have to do that." I was half listening to him as I picked a piece of bacon apart with my fingers; I sheepishly put the bacon down and attempted to stab it with a fork. He sighed and I glared at him, he glared back then while he looked down I shoved the piece of bacon into my mouth, suddenly my fingers started to tingle and I screamed as my fingers were gone and stubs were left. He sat carefully cutting a piece of egg into small perfect squares and I attempted to scream at him when I realized my voice was gone. Lazily he placed a piece in his mouth then wiped, eat, wipe, eat, wipe. I just kept my glaring, until he finished. A rush of something pulsed through my body and I stretched my recently inexistent fingers and threw the knife at his head.
"Now Roza, that wasn't very nice to do, especially to your grandfather", he blatantly announced as if he was performing a speech. "You will not that I will not tolerate this blatant use of muggle violence, you are a witch and soon you will learn how to duel properly." He smiled and held his hand out to mine and I grumpily took it. "I must say that was quite a pleasant morning meal, though I do hope after Madame Truvine has had time with you that your inner lady comes out rather the cow farmer that has taken over your body." He pulled me along to a door by the fireplace and stopped. "Now, if you will please ready yourself for the day, you have many things to go over before luncheon, any questions?" I started at him and I think I saw him laugh, but he covered it with a stern look. He bowed and turned, gracefully walking to the door as it flew open.
"What am I suppose to call you?" he stopped and turned. Of course there was the mandatory awkward silence, but he finally answered.
"Grandfather, silly girl, what else would you call the noble patriarch of the family? Now, if there isn't any more of your mundane questions, I am of course a busy man and have business to attend to." I shook my head; he nodded, then I asked him about how I am supposed to eat bacon correctly. With seriousness he said, "We do not eat bacon, it is merely there for our pleasure." He turned and swiftly walked out; while I wanted to know how the hell I was suppose to enjoy bacon if all I could do was stare at it.