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Chapter 3
"Rose! I know you're out there! You had better get in here!" the voice bellowed.
"All right, uncle. Remember what we talked about," she replied and then whispered to Simon and John.
They entered the room relatively quickly, Rose leading them. The boys stared around, amazed at all the riches. One painting really caught James's eye. It was a painting of a fat lady in a pink dress. Only Rose knew about the secret room that lied behind it and the fact that it spoke when she wanted to enter.
"Here they are, Uncle," she said quietly.
"What? You know I can't hear much when you talk that low," he replied. (A/N: Coincidentally, the person I based this character on wears hearing aids.)
"I said here they are, Uncle," she replied more loudly this time.
"Oh, I see. Well, let me see if they are what I am for in a husband for you two," he replied.
Patricia and Rose walked out of the room quietly, Patricia waiting outside the door trying to hear what was going on. Rose, on the other hand, made her ears hear better by waving her wand and saying," Endicimo."
"So, boys, where do you come from?" asked King Justin.
"I am from this very town, as is my companion, Simon. We came here to ask the hand of your daughter and niece, my lord," replied John in a very relaxed tone.
"I see. Do you come from a noble bloodline?"
"I am the son of a courtier, and Simon is born of a professor and a washerwoman."
"Ah, and who is your father?"
"He is the Lord Godric John Lionel Potter, but his friends call him Godric Gryffindor."
"Ah. He is famed for being a mischief-maker. A very handsome man, however. There's no mistaking you as anything but his son. He's had his eye on this very castle for years. He says he wants to make some school out of it."
"Uh, yes he does. He wants to educate certain people. He and Lily's sister Rowena, a young woman named Helga and a man named Salazar. He claims this place to be very magical."
"So he does. I hope you don't have your head in the clouds like he."
"I don't have my head in the clouds. I also have a very civil tongue if that makes any difference to you. It's Simon's tongue you have to worry about. That's why I'm talking in his place."
"Ah. That shows exceptional intelligence. Had he spoken I might not have listened to you. I think you will make a suitable husband for at least one of the girls, young Lord Potter. Your friend, however, seems inferior. He may go to another town and find some other lady if he wishes.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for listening to me and letting me in. Most people send me out as soon as I give them my father's name."
"You're welcome. Now, what do you say we call the girls in to see the person who will court and perhaps marry them one day. You will have your choice on who you court"
"Ladies!" Justin bellowed, giving Rose's ears a sudden surge of pain.
"Remoessence," she whispered, pulling the wand out again. She smoothed out her skirt and went on her way to see whom he chose for them.
A.N: So, what did you think? It's a bit longer than usual. I hoped you like it. I would like to hear from you on the story. Flames and constructive criticism are perfectly acceptable.
Chapter 3
"Rose! I know you're out there! You had better get in here!" the voice bellowed.
"All right, uncle. Remember what we talked about," she replied and then whispered to Simon and John.
They entered the room relatively quickly, Rose leading them. The boys stared around, amazed at all the riches. One painting really caught James's eye. It was a painting of a fat lady in a pink dress. Only Rose knew about the secret room that lied behind it and the fact that it spoke when she wanted to enter.
"Here they are, Uncle," she said quietly.
"What? You know I can't hear much when you talk that low," he replied. (A/N: Coincidentally, the person I based this character on wears hearing aids.)
"I said here they are, Uncle," she replied more loudly this time.
"Oh, I see. Well, let me see if they are what I am for in a husband for you two," he replied.
Patricia and Rose walked out of the room quietly, Patricia waiting outside the door trying to hear what was going on. Rose, on the other hand, made her ears hear better by waving her wand and saying," Endicimo."
"So, boys, where do you come from?" asked King Justin.
"I am from this very town, as is my companion, Simon. We came here to ask the hand of your daughter and niece, my lord," replied John in a very relaxed tone.
"I see. Do you come from a noble bloodline?"
"I am the son of a courtier, and Simon is born of a professor and a washerwoman."
"Ah, and who is your father?"
"He is the Lord Godric John Lionel Potter, but his friends call him Godric Gryffindor."
"Ah. He is famed for being a mischief-maker. A very handsome man, however. There's no mistaking you as anything but his son. He's had his eye on this very castle for years. He says he wants to make some school out of it."
"Uh, yes he does. He wants to educate certain people. He and Lily's sister Rowena, a young woman named Helga and a man named Salazar. He claims this place to be very magical."
"So he does. I hope you don't have your head in the clouds like he."
"I don't have my head in the clouds. I also have a very civil tongue if that makes any difference to you. It's Simon's tongue you have to worry about. That's why I'm talking in his place."
"Ah. That shows exceptional intelligence. Had he spoken I might not have listened to you. I think you will make a suitable husband for at least one of the girls, young Lord Potter. Your friend, however, seems inferior. He may go to another town and find some other lady if he wishes.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for listening to me and letting me in. Most people send me out as soon as I give them my father's name."
"You're welcome. Now, what do you say we call the girls in to see the person who will court and perhaps marry them one day. You will have your choice on who you court"
"Ladies!" Justin bellowed, giving Rose's ears a sudden surge of pain.
"Remoessence," she whispered, pulling the wand out again. She smoothed out her skirt and went on her way to see whom he chose for them.
A.N: So, what did you think? It's a bit longer than usual. I hoped you like it. I would like to hear from you on the story. Flames and constructive criticism are perfectly acceptable.
