Ardeth carries Ivy off the boat, even as she stares around at the cloudy evening sky. "Why is the sky so dark, Ardeth?" she asks quietly.
He smiles and squeezes his arms around her gently. "It's the weather here, Bahira. It will be raining soon, and often."
She scrunches up her nose. "Is it gonna be like when the Nile floods?"
"Something like that," he murmurs, looking for Severus. "Do any of you see a pale man dressed in mostly black anywhere?" he asks the other adults as workers unload the caskets as Dudley stares at them, a slightly lost look in his eyes as Rick keeps a hand on his shoulder.
Evy smiles at someone in the crowd. "I see Lucius, and he's accompanied by what looks to be his own family."
Jonathan looks up as Ardeth waves Lucius over. "Evy, why do you like that man so much?"
"He's always been respectful, Jonathan," she explains as she smiles at the family as they approach. "Hello, Lucius," she greets him.
"Hello, Evelyn, Jonathan, Ardeth," he greets them all a little stiffly. "Severus will be along momentarily, he had to retrieve professor McGonagall from Hogwarts. Might I introduce my wife Narcissa, and my son, Draco?"
Evy picks up on his silent request. "This is Rick O'Connell, Dudley Dursley, and his cousins, Ivy and Harry Potter."
Ardeth sets Ivy on her feet carefully, freeing his arms to shake hands with his former schoolmate. "It is a pleasure to see you again, Lucius. Though I do rather regret the circumstances."
"I have yet to hear the details, Severus has been silent on the matter."
While the two men talk, Narcissa approaches the twins slowly, drawn in by their innocence. "Hello, children," she greets them gently, trying to smile as she pulls Draco over to them.
"Hello," they greet her quietly in return, clinging to one another almost desperately.
She doesn't allow this to pass her inspection. "Why do you cling to one another so?"
Ivy looks away from her inquiring gaze, and looks up at Evy, who nods quickly. "Papa died this week," she answers quietly. "I miss him."
Lady Malfoy sighs, realizing that must be only part of why the children are here now. "I am sorry for your loss, Ivy." The little girl barely acknowledges the name, before seeming to recognize it as her own and nodding. "You do not respond to your given name?"
"She's always been called Bahira," Evy answers when Ivy frowns in confusion. "When I worked for her adoptive father, that's all I knew her by… actually what most people in Cairo knew her by."
Narcissa nods in understanding. "A beautiful name for a beautiful little girl."
"Thank you," she answers shyly, tanned cheeks gaining a slight rosy tint as she leans closer to Harry.
"And you are the elusive Harry Potter?" she asks the little boy, turning her attention onto the boy several months younger than her own little Draco. As he nods, Draco comes up beside his mother. "This is Draco, he's your age, I do believe."
The three stare at each other, and Draco says one of the first things to come to mind. "You're short, Harry."
Narcissa sighs as Evy tenses. "Draco, that was rather rude."
"Sorry, Mum," he mutters, properly chastised. "Sorry, Harry."
"It's okay," he earns in response.
At that moment, Severus and McGonagall approach the group, looking rather harried. "Lucius, Narcissa, Ardeth," the darkly clothed man greets shortly, drawing up short at the sight of the nearly identical twins, the little boy smaller than his twin and rather skinnier too. He then sees the three other people Ardeth had mentioned in his letter.
"Severus, Minerva, a pleasure to see you again," Ardeth calls over, breaking off his conversation with Lucius.
McGonagall smiles, and drifts closer to the gathered three children. "The pleasure is all mine, Ardeth. I am simply relieved to hear that all of you are alright after what happened in Cairo."
He smiles slightly at that, but all can see it as being very strained. "If not a little worse for wear, but it's nothing we can't recover from with time."
Ivy leans closer to whisper to Harry as their eyes gain a glazed, faraway look, "I don't understand how anyone could like this place, Ammon. It's cold compared to home."
He smiles tightly at her in response. "I haven't really enjoyed it in this country through this life either, if it makes you feel any better Rania."
"It does," she mutters, before they return to their surroundings.
Severus shifts uneasily at the sound of the supposedly dead language coming from the two children before him, a glance at Narcissa showing she shares his sentiment. "Shall we be off then?"
Evy frowns. "What about Dudley? We need to find his family before we leave the port."
Rick manages to keep a grasp on the child as he perks up. "Aunt Marge!" he cries as a rather large woman with what looks almost like a mustache approaches, eyes glowing at the sight of her overly large nephew.
"There's my big strong nephew!" she greets the boy, smothering him and pulling him away from the people who were accompanying him without a backwards glance.
"Good riddance," Severus whispers to Lucius, who nods in agreement.
Lucius then clears his throat. "Shall we retire to my Manor?"