Christmas had come and gone, and I had just received Molly's letter. She would be here tomorrow around 3 to come get us. I went downstairs to tell my mother that the letter had come and she seemed to be excited to finally get to meet them. After that I went upstairs to go to sleep.
I woke up around 10 and just sat around the house, killing time until 3. I was sitting in the living room when I finally saw the fireplace ignite and she popped out.
"Hi, Arthur, are you and your parents ready to go?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'll call them-"but before I could they were already rushing into the room. My mom was just finishing locking the front door and said they were ready to go. Molly and I went into the fireplace first, she grabbed a handful of Floo powder and said "Prewitt Mansion" and I felt the ground disappearing underneath me as we started spinning. The experience seemed to last forever, and I was starting to feel sick, finally we were back on stable ground and I found us standing in a very impressive looking receiving room.
You could tell the Prewitts were rich, and proud to have been in Slytherin house. The mantle which held the fireplace we had just stepped out of was lined with dark ebony, and had many strange looking items placed on top of it. The portraits on the wall were grim looking, and a stern looking woman in the nearest one sneered at me. The fireplace crackled again and both of my parents stepped out, they too looked impressed with the place, and also a little bit taken aback by all of the strange objects.
I saw a house-elf run towards us, "Welcome back Ms. Prewitt, your parents is waiting in the parlour for you," she said as she curtseyed very low to the ground. Molly turned to us and said "I'll just be a minute, I want to tell my parents you've arrived." I was glad she gave us this little bit of time, I quickly looked at my parents and said to them in a loud, rushed whisper "Um, there was something I never mentioned back at the house..the Prewitts are kind of..erm, Death Eaters." I winced as I heard myself say the words, but my parents didn't seem to be very surprised. "We know, son," replied my father. I guess it never occurred to me that since my dad did work in the Ministry that he might have had the slightest idea of this. Oh well, made this whole thing a little bit easier for me now.
She came back to the receiving room. "Follow me, please" Molly said as she lead us down a long hallway. It was decorated like the receiving room, though it was also lined with portraits of the previous owners. Molly's relatives were really creepy looking, I wondered how she had gotten to be so cute. "We're here," she said as she pulled open one of the large black doors, and I noticed the handles were made of silver and had serpents engraved into them; this was going to be a long night.
Mrs. Prewitt had been looking at herself in a small compact, and Mr. Prewitt was just taking a glass off of a tray a house-elf was holding when they noticed we had stepped in. Mr. Prewitt put his drink down and said "Hello Roger, Imogene", with a slight smirk. I guess they both already knew my parents too, this worried me. "Thank you for inviting us, Brendan, Giselle" my mother said, nodding to each of them.
"Please, sit down", Mrs. Prewitt said as she took out her wand and produced a couch similar to the one her and Mr. Prewitt had been sitting on. We all sat down, and Molly took a seat on the opposite couch, staring nervously at me.
Before an awkward silence could develop, though, Mr. Prewitt spoke again; "How are things in your department at work, Roger? I hear there are a lot of enchanted objects running around after Christmas." he said.
"Things are busy, but they're manageable," my father replied. "How are things on your end, Brendan?" he asked. "I would love to talk about all that goes on, but you know how it is, not all departments at the Ministry can speak freely to one another," he replied, giving that fake smile of his again. My parents kept making small talk with the Prewitts but I zoned out and started looking at them more. Mr. Prewitt seemed to be around the same height as my father, 5'11", he had shoulder length, wavy brown hair, and hazel eyes. I hated to admit it, but he was handsome, even though he was evil. Mrs. Prewitt was an equally attractive woman; she was heavier than he was but it looked good on her, she had auburn coloured, curly hair that she wore down. They were both well dressed in dark green robes with black clothes underneath.
My gaze shifted to Molly, who seemed to be looking around the room, at anything but the scene in front of her. She looked good tonight, and I hoped we would be able to get some time alone later. I was starting to feel a little bit more relaxed, nothing wrong had happened yet and our parents had been talking for a whole 15 minutes. My happiness soon dissolved; both of our parents were now standing up and shouting.
"If you think your Muggle-loving son is going to ever get near my daughter again ,you're mad!" screamed Mr. Prewitt. "I'll see to it myself; why Arthur would ever have chosen to start dating your daughter is beyond me!" my father shouted back at him. My mother looked down at me severely, "Get up, we're leaving now," she looked up at them, "We know the way out," she said as she grabbed my shoulder and turned me around to walk out. I didn't dare look back at Molly, and I felt very sick when we had finally reached the fireplace in the receiving room. My father grabbed a handful of Floo powder and we stepped in, he said in a very aggravated voice "Number 6, Weasley Estate."
I woke up around 10 and just sat around the house, killing time until 3. I was sitting in the living room when I finally saw the fireplace ignite and she popped out.
"Hi, Arthur, are you and your parents ready to go?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'll call them-"but before I could they were already rushing into the room. My mom was just finishing locking the front door and said they were ready to go. Molly and I went into the fireplace first, she grabbed a handful of Floo powder and said "Prewitt Mansion" and I felt the ground disappearing underneath me as we started spinning. The experience seemed to last forever, and I was starting to feel sick, finally we were back on stable ground and I found us standing in a very impressive looking receiving room.
You could tell the Prewitts were rich, and proud to have been in Slytherin house. The mantle which held the fireplace we had just stepped out of was lined with dark ebony, and had many strange looking items placed on top of it. The portraits on the wall were grim looking, and a stern looking woman in the nearest one sneered at me. The fireplace crackled again and both of my parents stepped out, they too looked impressed with the place, and also a little bit taken aback by all of the strange objects.
I saw a house-elf run towards us, "Welcome back Ms. Prewitt, your parents is waiting in the parlour for you," she said as she curtseyed very low to the ground. Molly turned to us and said "I'll just be a minute, I want to tell my parents you've arrived." I was glad she gave us this little bit of time, I quickly looked at my parents and said to them in a loud, rushed whisper "Um, there was something I never mentioned back at the house..the Prewitts are kind of..erm, Death Eaters." I winced as I heard myself say the words, but my parents didn't seem to be very surprised. "We know, son," replied my father. I guess it never occurred to me that since my dad did work in the Ministry that he might have had the slightest idea of this. Oh well, made this whole thing a little bit easier for me now.
She came back to the receiving room. "Follow me, please" Molly said as she lead us down a long hallway. It was decorated like the receiving room, though it was also lined with portraits of the previous owners. Molly's relatives were really creepy looking, I wondered how she had gotten to be so cute. "We're here," she said as she pulled open one of the large black doors, and I noticed the handles were made of silver and had serpents engraved into them; this was going to be a long night.
Mrs. Prewitt had been looking at herself in a small compact, and Mr. Prewitt was just taking a glass off of a tray a house-elf was holding when they noticed we had stepped in. Mr. Prewitt put his drink down and said "Hello Roger, Imogene", with a slight smirk. I guess they both already knew my parents too, this worried me. "Thank you for inviting us, Brendan, Giselle" my mother said, nodding to each of them.
"Please, sit down", Mrs. Prewitt said as she took out her wand and produced a couch similar to the one her and Mr. Prewitt had been sitting on. We all sat down, and Molly took a seat on the opposite couch, staring nervously at me.
Before an awkward silence could develop, though, Mr. Prewitt spoke again; "How are things in your department at work, Roger? I hear there are a lot of enchanted objects running around after Christmas." he said.
"Things are busy, but they're manageable," my father replied. "How are things on your end, Brendan?" he asked. "I would love to talk about all that goes on, but you know how it is, not all departments at the Ministry can speak freely to one another," he replied, giving that fake smile of his again. My parents kept making small talk with the Prewitts but I zoned out and started looking at them more. Mr. Prewitt seemed to be around the same height as my father, 5'11", he had shoulder length, wavy brown hair, and hazel eyes. I hated to admit it, but he was handsome, even though he was evil. Mrs. Prewitt was an equally attractive woman; she was heavier than he was but it looked good on her, she had auburn coloured, curly hair that she wore down. They were both well dressed in dark green robes with black clothes underneath.
My gaze shifted to Molly, who seemed to be looking around the room, at anything but the scene in front of her. She looked good tonight, and I hoped we would be able to get some time alone later. I was starting to feel a little bit more relaxed, nothing wrong had happened yet and our parents had been talking for a whole 15 minutes. My happiness soon dissolved; both of our parents were now standing up and shouting.
"If you think your Muggle-loving son is going to ever get near my daughter again ,you're mad!" screamed Mr. Prewitt. "I'll see to it myself; why Arthur would ever have chosen to start dating your daughter is beyond me!" my father shouted back at him. My mother looked down at me severely, "Get up, we're leaving now," she looked up at them, "We know the way out," she said as she grabbed my shoulder and turned me around to walk out. I didn't dare look back at Molly, and I felt very sick when we had finally reached the fireplace in the receiving room. My father grabbed a handful of Floo powder and we stepped in, he said in a very aggravated voice "Number 6, Weasley Estate."