I am so sorry for not writing in the longest of times! But, I'll have you know, I was gathering some much needed inspiration for our lovely heroine, Mackayla. Enjoy!
"I know you dinna come all the way to the bonny Highlands for a social call, did ye?" Lady Bain asked in her rough accent as she dug into the thick, almost black, stew with happiness.
The rest just stared at theirs. Meat, what Draco guessed was Pine Marten, floated in clumps on the top of the heavy substance.
"Ah, no, not actually," Granger said absently, poking at an unrecognizable lump in her meal, "We have come to ask you a question."
"How delightful!" Lady Bain cried, clapping her hands together like a small child. She had changed her outfit to a snug reddish-brown gown that sweeped the gray stone floor and hid her feet. She has piled her hair into a intricate medieval braid that wrapped around her head like a milkmaid's, and on her pert nose perched tiny antique reading glasses. A black and red plaid scarf was wrapped tightly around her pale, long neck. "but before you ask dear, I should tell you that the bits of food you are poking at is called "Gourock Ham", fancy Scottish term for "salted herring". One must eat both meat AND fish in a proper meal, ye know." She took a bite, sighed, and turned to Hermione once more. "Now, your question, lass?"
Draco knew from Hermione's glare that she hated being referred to as "Lass" when it seemed like Lady Bain was, if not, younger than Hermione. The only thing stopping Granger from correcting her was that while Lady Bain may not look older, she was.
"Did you know a boy named Albus Dumbledore?" Ron asked instead, obviously wanting to get this over with.
Lady Bain furrowed her perfect brows and stared hard into her red wine before answering, "Little snooty wizard, lived in Godric's Hollow?"
Harry nodded empathically.
"Ah, aye, I remember him. Weird lad, 'e was. I visited him every Monday till he turned, oh what was it? Ten and four, if me memory served," suddenly, she frowned. "Ye aren't going ta eat, then?"
Draco stared down at the food, and not even bothering to look into why he actually wanted to make her happy, placed a full spoon in his mouth. It tasted…..fantastic.
The others must have seen his face, because they dug in.
Lady Bain dazzled Draco with her grin, before continuing. "Did ye all know 'im?"
Harry nodded, saying around a full mouth, "He whaz oor 'eadmas-er."
She just stared blankly at him before laughing nervously and pulling in her scarf self-consciously, which revealed the lace-edged neckline, sloping down to show Draco the swell of her pale breasts. His mouth went dry. "Uh, aye, then. Anyway, why did ye want to know?"
"Did you give him the Elder Wand?" Draco blurted out, starving to know the story, and forget about the hunger he felt when he saw her breasts.
She nodded absently, her mind obviously elsewhere, to a small village, over a century ago, named Godric's Hollow. To a little boy with a sharp mind, a serene calm about him, named Albus. "I gave it to 'im because he broke his in a little scrap, on his fourteenth birthday, I think…aye, on his birthday," Her words were soft and less boorish. A quiet feel fell over the table. "He told me he had other friends then, dinna need me, and I left. Never went back."
Harry cleared his throat. "Did you visit with many children?"
She sighed, a lonely sigh that tugged on Draco's heart. "I haven't in a long time. The last one was a girl, Lily Evans, I think. Bonny, downright delightful little lass!"
Harry started chocking on his Gourock Ham. "You met my mother!"
Lady Bain started cackling, an innocent belly laugh that echoed down the stone halls. "Of course, Mr. Potter!"
Once more, this chapter is short, but I have my dad bugging me to get off the computer so he can get on! I shall try to be more consistent. With school here, at least one every weekend J