The Coming of the Slytherin Princess

[sanguimmuno]

A child wiggles in the cloth draped over her, letting out small quick bursting yelps. Her mother fingers the amulet of Horus, her eyes shut tightly to block out the noise of the guests congregating.

'Salazar, I just wish that-'

A man places his hands on her shoulders, rubbing gently up and down her arms.

'My love, I promise you, they will not

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Ceremony- I'd like Draco to comment here, & anyone else that really wants to, I guess.

[sanguimmuno]

The Priests are dressed in the Proper-est of Attire.

And yet, they really don't want to be where they are.

As far as they are concerned this child is filth. Undesirable.

A half-breed.

And yet, the ceremony will commence. Master Pamit is an extremely wealthy and powerful man, perhaps the single most wealthy and powerful in their area.

And that stands for something

Re: Ceremony- I'd like Draco to comment here, & anyone else that really wants to, I guess.

[dragonofgrey]

Here it was. The beginning of the line. Greatest of the Founders, and he was witnessing history. Draco of course was dressed in his very best dress robes, hair arranged perfectly. A calm expression as he watched the proceedings, with occasional sharp looks at the priests. Almost smirking daringly, but it was so faint that it would not be discernible really.

Re: Ceremony- I'd like Draco to comment here, & anyone else that really wants to, I guess.

[sanguimmuno]

Pale boy. So pale.

Half-breed. A female.

How will she take care of her parents in their later years?

There need to be more. But not with...

So pale.

Master Pamit watches his granddaughter squirm under the wrappings. Poor little thing, it'll all be over soon!

"Mas-tur Dray-ko." Pamit steals his way across to where Draco is.

"Coom." He waves his hand conspiratorically, holding back a curtain on one wall. The curtain hides a long corridor, laced with torches.

Re: Ceremony- I'd like Draco to comment here, & anyone else that really wants to, I guess.

[dragonofgrey]

Very pale indeed. Far paler than Salazar.

He nodded to Pamit and quietly said to him, "Of course, Master Pamit."
And went to follow after him down the corridor.

Post-Ceremony Greetings. Daddy-Mommy-Baby-Grandpa

[sanguimmuno]

Daddy, Mommy, Baby and Granddaddy.

Salazar is busy hovering around Madaeze, who is resting over to the side of the Grand Room in a sofa seat.

At some point, he steals away to check on his daughter, playing in her basinet.

The proud granddaddy is in a large armchair, smoking a pipe thoughtfully. Every so often, he steals a glance at the small crowd that has gathered.

Yes. This is Asenath's future, and it is Good.

Re: Post-Ceremony Greetings. Daddy-Mommy-Baby-Grandpa

[young_tmriddle]

Tom arrives, walking into the room quietly. He wanted to make sure things were ready before returning with the family.

Re: Post-Ceremony Greetings. Daddy-Mommy-Baby-Grandpa

[sanguimmuno]

The Priests tut slightly; this is certainly the Odd Man Out.

No matter, they've been dismissed with a low hiss from Master Pamit (in Eygptian, rather than Parseltongue).

He rises and makes his way to Tom, waves his hands in what he hopes Tom will take as a welcoming gesture.

"You-" He stops, puts his fingers to his temple, thinking quickly. "Mas-tur Tum?" He points to himself. "Mas-tur Pamit."

He points to Madaeze in turn, then back at himself. "Madaeze meyen. Meye-" Again he stops. "Daw-tur."

He's quite pleased with himself, it took him a week, but Pamit can carry on a half-way decent conversation in English, if he asked only 'And you are?', 'Is that your daughter/son/baby?', 'How are you?' and 'The weather is lovely, yes?'

Re: Post-Ceremony Greetings. Daddy-Mommy-Baby-Grandpa

[young_tmriddle]

Tom doesn't use Legilimency to sort through people's minds. He doesn't use it to force others to do his will.

However, he will sneakily use it to understand others if needed. It's a matter of concentrating on the surface level thoughts; he doesn't even need to say the spell word, nor will any but the most sensitive of people know he's taken a peek into their thoughts.

With the phonetic English words sinking in, he catches the familial images necessary to put understanding in place. "Madaeze is your daughter," he repeats. "How proud you must be." His smile will convey the meaning, he hopes.

[smallestopener]

Tom disappears from the reception for a few moments. When he returns, he has with him his family, dressed in their finest. Ingress and Gavroche carry presents for the baby - a green silk receiving blanket lined with soft flannel and a silver rattle with a serpentine handle. Door holds a gift for Madaeze; it is a delicate glass bottle of her favorite lavender bubble bath.

"Hi, Salazar," says Ingress waving. "Hi everyone!"

[sanguimmuno]

"Hello my dearest Lady Ingress!" He would reach for her to hug her, but, baby. He does, however, kneel to hers and Gavroche's level so that they may see the baby better.

"Lady Ingress, this is Asenath. And, if I may, is that your brother Master Gavroche? Such a fine strong lad. Nearly the age for knighthood, I suppose?"

Madaeze takes her cue and approaches Door, reaching to take her hand with both of hers. "Lady Door? I am Madaeze. I am most pleased to make your acquaintance."

[smallestopener]

"She's really sweet, and I know a lot of babies," Ingress says, patting the baby's hand.

[sanguimmuno]

"Do you?" Salazar smiles, a little bit uneasily at the hand patting. But no matter, really. Ingress is but a small child, how much damage could she cause?

"I do not know any babies, sadly. Perhaps you can be of some help to me?"

Asenath, as if by cue, gurgles messily.