- Joined
- Jun 25, 2010
- Location
- Hogwarts
Malachite snickered as his new cousin praised his wife above all else. His dear beloved cousin Rose couldn't have been in better hands. Asthey began parting way the man was surprised as his wrist was seized. Rallon had his full attention. A wise grin set out on Malachite's lips at the warning. Thanks. I'll keep an eye out, you just keep this family safe. You've got enough to worry about with all these girls. Well... I'll see you at the table."
Rose was the only one not at the table as she was playing in the kitchen with the cooks and the ladies. Laughter could be heard beyond the kitchen door as the help treated her as though she were a fragile doll, fearful of what would happen if the dear lady even so much as got a paper cut. "Relax, I'm fine." Rose giggled.
Soft hands kneaded at the dough for a pie. One of the ladies brushing the flour from the Lady's dress and some had managed to land on Rose's face. Rose did love playing in the kitchen every now and then.Eventually she was shooed out of the kitchen and a seat pulled out for her. Remnants of flour still dusted her rosey cheeks and a smile.
"Well, I was lending a hand with dinner and I made the pie. She looked upon her left hand and a small bandaged wrapped around her pinky finger. A mere scratch, but the help was not taking any chances. Soon the food came flooding out and adorned the table while filling the air with wondrous smells.
Rose was the only one not at the table as she was playing in the kitchen with the cooks and the ladies. Laughter could be heard beyond the kitchen door as the help treated her as though she were a fragile doll, fearful of what would happen if the dear lady even so much as got a paper cut. "Relax, I'm fine." Rose giggled.
Soft hands kneaded at the dough for a pie. One of the ladies brushing the flour from the Lady's dress and some had managed to land on Rose's face. Rose did love playing in the kitchen every now and then.Eventually she was shooed out of the kitchen and a seat pulled out for her. Remnants of flour still dusted her rosey cheeks and a smile.
"Well, I was lending a hand with dinner and I made the pie. She looked upon her left hand and a small bandaged wrapped around her pinky finger. A mere scratch, but the help was not taking any chances. Soon the food came flooding out and adorned the table while filling the air with wondrous smells.