ANOTHER TEA PUN TITLE!? I'm SO CLEVER!

5/6 for today!

Friday, November 7, 1998

"Mistress be having a visitor," Lulu said, popping into the library that afternoon.

"A visitor?" Hermione said, "I haven't been expecting anyone. Who is it, Lulu?"

"Mistress Ginevra's Mother," Lulu said sheepishly.

"Please inform Theo of our guest," Hermione said with a sigh, "We'll receive her in the lounge."

Before they entered the lounge, Hermione caught Theo's arm. "Do you know what this is about?" she hissed.

"Not a clue, love, not a clue," he said, frowning slightly.

The both sucked in a breath and made their way into the lounge, arm in arm. A very red looking Molly Prewett was standing by the window.

"Lady Prewett," Theo said, after he helped Hermione into her seat. He leaned over and kissed the back of her hand suavely. "It's such a pleasure having you here. With Ginevra at school we so rarely see you. Please do join us for some tea!"

"I don't nee-" she started angrily.

"Nonsense," Hermione cut her off, "Gertie! Tea please!"

Seconds later, Gertie appeared with a whole tea tray. "Do you still take your tea the same way, Lady Prewett?" Hermione asked, sweetly.

"Y-Yes," she stuttered, trying to hold in her irritation.

"It's so lovely to have you in our home, Lady Prewett," Theo repeated calmly.

Molly looked like she was about to combust. Hermione attempted to lead them in chatter about Ginny and her studies when finally the older woman exploded. "You have destroyed my son! He's no longer himself and it's all your fault. If you would have just stayed where you were supposed to and understood your place, then none of this would have happened! He's gone absolutely round the bend, saying all sorts of looney things. His father thinks he's mad!"

Theo and Hermione stared at the woman, cups of tea halfway to their lips. She continued to rant about Ronald for a few long minutes, barely taking in that neither Hermione nor Theo were reacting. In fact, both were playing the scene for Draco who had to move himself into the potion's storage room because he couldn't stop laughing at her response.

When she'd finally petered out, Theo and Hermione looked at each other, Theo gestured to his wife.

"You seem to continue to be under the illusion that you're talking to nameless Hermione Granger, Molly Prewett. I have held a modicum of respect for you because of your ties with my family, namely through your daughter, sons, and ex-husband, but apparently you haven't taken the hint. I am better than you. I am Lady Nott and Lady Malfoy. Both of which fall above Prewitt, Weasley, Crabbe, and Crouch put together. So I will excuse you one final time, but know that I can have your name dragged so far through the mud that no one will associate with you. Not that they do. I haven't seen you at a single Tea, other than the ones that Ginny has hosted since I took on my role."

Molly sputtered at her words.

"I. Am. Not. Finished," Hermione bit out. "You have repeatedly commented on who I am and where I come from, but it seems that you forget your place. It is not my fault that your son was too idiotic not to spread Order secrets. That he was so wrapped up in his own small mind to see the bigger picture. It is absolutely not my fault that you raised him to be a jealous and spiteful man-child. He had it all. He would have been set for life, but the two of you are so busy trying to social climb you don't see the forest through the trees."

Molly looked to Theo as if he would support her.

He chuckled, "Oh, unlike you, Molly, I am an equal partner with my wife. We, along with our husband, don't believe in secrets. In fact, I have half a mind to ban you from the house entirely. You have repeatedly made her feel unsafe and uncomfortable in the Wizarding World and you again try to lay the blame for your own spawn's failings on her. It's absolutely ludicrous. You happened to raise six wonderful children and somehow managed to fail on your last son. If I were you, I'd be ashamed."

"You cannot talk about my Ronal-"

"We will talk about him however we please," Hermione said sharply. "It is our house and you have willingly entered it. I would be especially careful about your next words as the power of House Malfoy and Nott will not shy away from burying you. I am absolutely sure that House Black and potentially House Potter would support our move to banish you from Society."

Molly gaped at them like a fish. All of the life seemed to drain from her and she turned grey. "I just- I don't know where I went wrong," she whispered.

"That is for you and your Gods to discover," Hermione said, raising her nose. "You may leave, Lady Prewett. Until you're able to apologise, you are not welcome back."

God Molly really is the worst! I love to hate her!

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