Nov 12, 2008 21:59
Waltorana von Bielefeld had no trouble at all adjusting to the presence of house-elves. He simply wished they were not so hideous. He preferred the Bielefeld staff look their best always, all the Bielefeld staff, from guards to valets to plumbers. This might explain why the soldiers who sometimes escorted Wolfram between the Bielefeld castle and Blood Pledge Castle were practically a bishounen brigade.
Waltorana liked to surround himself with beauty.
Aside from the ugly little house-elf servants, Hogwarts did not displease Waltorana. It had a feudal ambience that suited him. He deemed it classic.
He had ordered house-elves to place bouquets of flowers all around the Hufflepuff common room -- the part of the common room that still looked like a common room and hadn't been repurposed into a "foodlibraries" under the aegis of former Puff prefect Toki Wartooth, that was. The concentration of bouquets was largest around the sitting area where Waltorana had ensconced himself for the afternoon. He had ordered a tea tray to be prepared, using the maryoku-fortified china he had brought from Shin Makoku (fortified in order to prevent breakage; this was not merely a measure against travel damage, but had been done long ago during Wolfram's childhood to protect most of the dishes). Plates of animal crackers and frosted cookies awaited Wolfram, along with some tea sandwiches of the sort Waltorana preferred (watercress). There were napkins embroidered with the Bielefeld crest.
As he awaited his nephew patiently among the flowers, Waltorana enjoyed a copy of Hogwarts: A History and some music. The music was played by a device of Anissina's invention, something like a portable phonograph, but with weird tubes running along the sides, and with the music embedded in crystals rather than wax or vinyl discs.
Currently he was listening to Shin Makoku's equivalent of Yanni.
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