Dinner at 12 Grimmauld Place

However, earlier that same Sunday near Wiltshire, it was mid-morning. The family of five could be seen eating breakfast despite the late mid-morning hour, which was closer to lunch really. The only sound in the grand dining room is the clinking of silverware, while Bogdan Fawley glowers darkly at his children. He had a raging headache despite having already taken a hangover potion for the night before.

Bogdan Fawley's typically groomed hair is tousled, and his usual tan complexion is rather shallow causing the slight spray of freckles across his nose to be rather dark in stark contrast. His eyes are red-rimmed, but that does not stop him from searching for a single excuse to discharge his pent-up irritation. However, his children knew him all too well, and did not even so much as make a peep nor loudly eat.

Sitting at his side is the voluptuous hourglass figure of his wife, Lysithea Fawley, who delicately cracks open a coddled egg with her spoon. Despite having just woken up her lips are a seductive rosebud pink that could easily make any male in the room mouths water and their trousers become tight. And that sensual image is further increased by the fact that she was only wearing undergarments with a half-open silk dress robe. There was not much that was left to the imagination, to say the least.

Lysithea purposefully crosses her silky, fair legs in front of her causing her husband's attention to be pulled away from their children. Her husband, Bogdan sends a tentative her leer her way, and while she responds back with a pursing of her lips causing him to hungrily lick his lips.

Lysithea knew exactly what she was doing when she distracts her husband's attention from her children. They would be attending a ball later in the week, and she did not want any of her children to be bruised, especially her daughter. Her daughter was like a beautiful rose that had finally bloomed, and who many admired and wanted to desperately pluck for their own. And even if those admirers did not gain anything out of the situation, they did tend to send rather expensive, lavish gifts for the family to have.

Lysithea loose cascading auburn hair rustles as she leans back and turns her attention to her breakfast. Her husband much calmer now reaches over and strokes her leg without any embarrassment all the way up her thigh. Lysithea lips twitch as she softly chides, "Later, Bogdan."

Bogdan sighs as he reluctantly does as he is told and removes his hand. However, feeling in a much better mood he begins to sip the cup of black tea that had been placed before him, before taking a bite of toast. He would need the energy for their bout in bed after brunch.

A loud pop causing everyone to glance up and freeze as Bogdan abruptly rises to his feet causing his chair to tumble back in anger. "What did I tell you, this morning, you, stupid creature!" Bogdan roared as he struck the diminutive female house elf that had several bruises across her arms, and legs.

The tiny female house elf went flying and struck the wall rather loudly with a painful thud. Bethanie, Spurgeon do their best to hide their expressions, but their hands clench their silverware until their fingers turn white. Esmond much better practiced at hiding his expression only bites his lips to keep himself from gasping out loud at father's violent actions.

Bogdan advances on the tiny female house elf that is struggling to rise to her feet to bow. However, before Bogdan can strike the house elf with a good boot heel into her stomach, Lysithea says, "Wait, Bogdan."

Bogdan paused as Lysithea adds, "What is that you want, creature?"

The tiny female house's straight hair falls forward to cover her face as she bows and says, "Vimla is sorry for disobeying master, but a message from the Black family has arrived." The female house elf hobbles painfully forward and holds out the letter to Master Fawley.

Bogdan snatches the letter from the creature and glances at the wax seal. Bogdan's eyes brighten as he hands the letter to his wife. "It has the Black family crest," Bogdan eagerly said as his wife quickly put down her silverware and broke the wax seal.

Lysithea is silent for a moment before a slow grin appears on her face. "Walburga and Orion Black have invited us to a private dinner. They wish to discuss a matter of importance with us."

Lysithea's lips curl up into an enchanting smile that caused her husband, Bogdan to hungrily stare at her lips again. "You've done very well for yourself, my girl," Lysithea proudly said as she studied the quiet figure of her daughter. "You've managed to enthrall the youngest Black child, and it would appear that the Black family is finally moving to ensure that you are not taken by any other. Well, done, indeed."

Turning towards the wretched creature, Lysithea says, "Tell the Black family that we accept the invitation and will be in attendance."

The tiny house elf bows, despite the pain. "Vimla understands," before swiftly popping away.

Rising to her feet, Lysithea takes her husband by the hand. "Let us go and have a romp in my bedroom, Bogdan," Lysithea said without any trace of shame or embarrassment. "I will need the time to bathe afterward in order to ready myself for this evening."

Bogdan growls hungrily, before all but dragging his wife behind him and away to her bedchamber. A loud squeal can be heard further down the hallway as much too impatient to wait, Bogdan gathers Lysithea in his arms and carries her away with full speed to her room. The door slamming far away can be heard announcing that the two of them had finally reached their destination.

"Vimla," Bethanie hurriedly said, the instant she is certain that her parents are busy with other things.

A loud pop is heard as the tiny female house elf in a clean tea towel with the Fawley embroidered crest appears before them. Bethanie hurries forward as do the figures of Spurgeon and Esmond. Esmond hugs the tiny house elf and whispers, "How bad does it hurt, Vimla?"

Vimla lets out a painted wheeze in reply. "Vimla is only badly bruised, no broken bones."

Spurgeon's lips turn into a snarl as he hisses, "One day, I'll be the master of this house, and this will no longer occur, Vimla. I can promise you that!"

"Hush, Spurgeon," Bethanie said as she glanced warily at the walls. There was no telling what kind of spells their father had in place. He liked to listen in and surprise them, whenever he could. It was born out of paranoia and there were whispered rumor's that Bogdan had poisoned his own father to inherit the Fawley fortune.

Spurgeon presses his lips together in understanding as Esmond remains silent and does not ask Vimla anything more. Rather than speaking again, Bethanie removes a pain-relieving potion from her pocket and hands it over to Vimla. From experience she had known that with their father out drinking with his friends the night before, there would eventually be an unfortunate victim, she just had not been sure who it would be until now.

Vimla tries to silently refuse, but Bethanie does not allow the house elf to refuse. Vimla can only reluctantly accept the potion, before nodding with gratitude and popping away. With the house elf now gone, Bethanie says, "Let us finish breakfast, and then we need to bathe, and ready ourselves for tonight."

Spurgeon helps his younger brother, Esmond back to his feet, before the three of them sit back down in the large, lonely dining room. The three children quietly eat as they often do except for Sunday mornings. It was the one day of the week when their parents liked to present a farce to society that they are a caring family, the sheer, and utter irony.