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 Ticking The Boxes, Penelope and Pavon
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 Posted: Aug 31 2016, 04:55 PM
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The move to England had not only uprooted Penelope from everything she held dear but was apparently also going to entail a long list of social duties and engagements, none of which Penelope had signed up for. This was all her mother’s doing yet she was somehow forced to participate in this quest to reclaim the family estate which had been stolen from them by the ministry some seventy or eighty years ago.
In order to do so there were connections which had to be made, appearances to be done, events to be attended, and money to be dumped into the jars of the of all the right charities. This would not only tick the boxes both socially as well as politically in the grand scheme of things, but it would reestablish their standing and reputation in fashionable society as well.

Since her father was incapacitated to perform any social calls, Penelope had been made to accompany her mother on a few visits to old family friends and acquaintances as well as other people of social and political importance. It was dreadfully dull but at least this time, though completely unbeknownst to her mother, she had the benefit of actually already being acquainted with a member of the family they were to visit and thus felt less reluctant about the whole thing.

After apparating just outside a large iron gate, the two Montague witches took a moment to smooth out their robes from any wrinkles their travel might have caused to their immaculate appearance. Penelope was a vain girl but she was nothing in comparison to her mother who truly was perfection personified. Never in her life had Penelope ever seen the woman with so much as a single strand of hair out of place. It just didn’t happen. She could quite positively walk through a snowstorm and not even a feather in her hat would appear ruffled. It was both incredibly impressive as well as extremely annoying at the same time because it had always been one of Penelope’s goals in life to achieve her mother’s level of perfection yet it seemed so hopelessly unreachable.

The hinges whined as the gate slowly swung open at their arrival, inviting them into the courtyard, and the two witches began the walk along a gravel path leading up to a grand house situated beautifully in the welsh countryside.

“Stand up straight, dear.” Her mother tutted without even looking at Penelope after they came to a stop just outside the main entrance.

Penelope rolled her eyes. “I am standing straight, mother.”

With a graceful wave of her wand, Mrs Montague-Farnese rang the magical doorbell.


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It was a day after the meeting he had had in the Knockturn alley, that his mother sent an owl with the news that he was required to appear at the estate. It was explained in a curt few sentences that he was to appear presentable, that he was needed to come on that day and that he better remember to behave once the guests came. He was also expected to take his finer clothes with him and be dressed in the nicest robes. He frowned at the instructions but followed them never the less. With a bag of things that he needed to bring home. Of course neither of his parents decided to have time to apparate and take him back to the house. Instead he was to take the knightbus which would bring him home. The ride was far less than pleasant. Beds slid this way and that even if there should have been no need for them in the first place. The driver felt as though it was his intention to see how many of his customers he could see faceplant into the front or any of the side windows. They might have avoided crashing, might have had several near death experiences, but at final last, shaken and stirred and everything inbetween, they arrived at their destination.

Pavon,really wished he knew how to apparate or at least that he would have had a portkey of some sort, that would have brought him home much faster. It would not have hurt had they had the two houses connected with each other via the Floo network. However until the paperwork was filled out and until the need to have it in operation was pressing, the knight bus was the way to travel home. Upon his arrival he was told that in fact the guests would not be coming on that day and that he was to settle into his room, leave his things there and come help prepare everything. Since the elves had not returned yet things had to be done the old fashioned way - with magic performed by the wizards themselves. His parents had not known about the missing wand by that time and Pavon tried his best through the day, to avoid getting caught doing things without any magic at all.

It was close to the end of the day when they discovered that their son was indeed wandless. Pavon bitterly remembered the long and hard lecture about it. He was of course not to mention anything of the sort to his guests, and why would he? Loosing one's wand was not something people would brag about. The day only got worse when on top of everything else, his head began to pound again and the want for the potion increased. He did gulp down his last bottle but that made him bitterly aware how he would be quite unable to make any more until he got a wand to use.

In the morning of the day when the guests were about to arrive he was still dedusting, cleaning, mopping the floors, wiping the windows, pruning a few of the bushes and fighting an uncooperative plant that just did not want to be cut short. As noon neared he was told to freshen up and get cleaned and at final last told to wait till the bell rang to let the arrivals in.

As the bell rang Pavon got up from the cosy sofa that was clearly from a few centuries ago even if looking quite in a favourable state, and walked to the door. His hair was neatly combed back, sleeked and looking as though great care was taken in keeping it in its proper place. He wore his best clothes, the materials indicating quality while the design was purely that of wizarding fashion. It may not have been the most modern, but it was comfortably appropriate for one of pureblood origin.

"Good afternoon. It is an honour to have you here. Please follow me." He greeted them in a charming tone. He smiled politely and stepped aside so that they could come in. The entrance was different to what it had been when Maz last walked through the door. Paintings that had been hidden away before or taken of the walls and covered in fabric were now proudly displayed on the walls. There were many faces gazing down at the Montagues. Their attire betraying what century they were from. The carpets on the floor had been shifted a bit but were now making the entrance hall appear quite impressive and worthy of the house they found themselves in.

He lead past the several doors that lead into the rooms which had been named by colour or content that they contained. There were other doors and other rooms but all were closed at the moment. The room that they've prepared for the welcome had been of a fairly good size and while not being the Great hall, it was impressive of its own accord. The walls were covered in with plant ornaments and birds which mostly could not be identified as any of the common type found in the wild. They were the birds made up with the imagination of their creator, and appeared quite magical and beautiful. Furniture had been moved into the room, a large table, chairs, cupboards set about so as not to conceal too much of the ornate walls.

At the sound of their arrival some of the birds moved peering at them. A few flapped their wings and flew across the walls and ceiling, from one side of the room to the other. At the other end, close to the windows where curtains have been drawn to allow light in, were Pavon's parents. They, just as he, were dressed as best as they could be and rose to their feet once the Montague women arrived.

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The older Montague smiled at the young man answering the door to invite them inside.
“Good afternoon. You must be the youngest Mr Sannesley.”

Penelope said nothing and merely followed a few steps behind her mother as Pavon lead the way through the house. She loved old houses, the history and all the secrets hidden within their walls just waiting to be discovered, and houses of considerable age always had secrets whispering about murder, intrigue, and deception. She marvelled at her surroundings as she strolled along. All the many portraits of long dead wizards and witches peering down from their frames on the walls spoke of a history spanning through many centuries. She could not stop to read their name engraved into the frames so she could only supposed them all to be ancestors to the Sannesleys.
It was a fine home although it did not compared to her home in the alps, but then again she wasn’t exactly subjective on that matter. She really missed home terribly. More so now that she knew she may not ever get to call it home again.

The room into which they were taken was quite marvelous. Penelope took a moment to look around before she joined at her mother’s side as the woman greeted the Sannesleys with a polite “Good afternoon.”

Her mother removed her hat and travelling robe and Penelope did the same, although she had no hat to remove. She wasn’t particularly fond of the garment. Hats were something old people wore and besides, she didn’t want it messing up her hair.
They both handed their removed pieces to Pavon to be put aside for now.

“What a grand room you have here.” Claire Montague-Farnese complimented. “This is my daughter, Penelope.”

“Good afternoon.” Penelope took a step forward and did a polite little curtsey to Mr and Mrs Sannesley before taking a step back again. She cast a quick, stealthy glance over at Pavon, narrowing her eyes just ever so slightly. Should he dare mock her for it his days would be counted. She did not know his family at all and she didn’t know how much mind they paid to properties but where she came from and the way she had been brought up, manners were everything and she would follow that etiquette no matter what other people thought.
Well, in certain circles that was. She could definitely not be bothered to show unworthy people respect. In her book they deserved none.

“We’re very delighted to be welcomed into your home.” Claire continued, “I understand you’ve very recently acquired this estate?”

Penelope knew cordialities had to be exchanged but it bored her so tremendously. She wished she could be excused and go exploring the house instead. Maybe find any secret passages leading to a secret chamber or better yet, a secret dungeon in which people had been locked away and died. But alas, she couldn’t leave unless Mr and Mrs Sannesley told her so which could be never. She may very well be stuck there for an hour or two forced to participate in boring conversations. Though, usually adults didn’t want their children around when they were being boring adults and she sincerely hoped it would be the case even today.


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"Indeed, I am. Pavonis, Basilius Sannesley, at your service, ma'am."He spoke politely before they made their long way towards the room in which his parents awaited them. He made no notion of where his brother was, but he was quite certain that the older Montague knew. If she did not know the details, she certainly must have heard or read about what happened. He took the robes that he was given and placed them carefully over a chair before moving to pull a chair out for each and help them get seated. Once this was done he politely stepped back and took the robes and had in his arms again to have them be hanged in the coat room and thus prevent them from getting any wrinkles or creases.

While the boy way away, the parents greeted their guests, expressing gratitude that they have decided to come, thanked them for the compliment about the room and and also complimented the daughter and how bright and grown up she appeared. Pavon had returned then with a tray on which tea cups of a fine white porcelain were placed, touched with gold leaf and plant like design, adorned with an aquamarine paint close to the edge and with a handle that fit cosily between fingers. The creator of kettle and the cups was imprinted at the bottom. The tea was steaming hot, and there was a matching container for milk and sugar and a smaller cup for lemons, should the guests desire them too. Another, larger bowl was placed there for an assortment of sweets as well. The tray was placed on the table and Pavon, with equal grace as before offered to pour some to the ladies and then to his parents, remaining silent.

"Yes, I can say we are happy to have been able to return to one of our homes and hope that in the near future we are able to reacquire also the other estates that belonged to our lines." Pavon's mother spoke, smiling. "I have heard that you too are in the process of having your property returned? Have you encountered much difficulty?" Cassiopea Ceres inquired with more formality than anything, although she was indeed curious if the situation had improved in any way for the purebloods trying to return to their former glory. Of course the family she saw before her had gained a fortune outside of UK, and so could afford to make their purchases too.

"Would you like something more savoury or have you eaten?" She asked, while having her youngest son wait to see whether he was going to have to prepare anything or whether he could be dismissed. He had more glasses to bring, those would have been the family heirloom and the creation of one branch of the Sannesley's too, much more precious than even the porcelain that they served the tea in. Those glasses of course would be for wine, if desired, and only offered to the elder Montague.

Pavon for the most part avoided Penelope's gaze. He was playing the role of a servant, which far from pleased him but until his family got the elves back and the fortune to waste on servants, he was the only choice for such a service. His brother, had he been here, would not have done any work, of course, but would have sat with his parents to converse with the guests.

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Penelope and her mother both took a seat in the chairs which were pulled out for them by the young Sannesley. She could tell by her mother’s expression that she was a bit surprised to find the boy act as a footman but was nonetheless pleased with the boy’s impeccable manners. Penelope was just amused to see him tend to them in such a fashion and felt such a desire to tease him for it. Maybe she’d get an opportunity later.

The tea arrived and cups were poured. Penelope always preferred lemon whilst her mother took her tea with milk.

Claire smiled meaningfully at Cassiopiea's question. "Well... There is much paperwork to be done. We've barely just begun and I dare say it will be many months before we can actually claim our property again. As much as I should wish to have us situated in our rightful home by midwinter, I realise I'm being far too optimistic."
She picked up her tea by the small saucer and stirred it without ever letting the spoon ever clink against the porcelain once, which was really quite impressive.
"The Lanchesters are being wonderfully gracious to us of course, and we may stay with them for as long as is necessary, but with my dear husband who as you may know is in very poor health, I feel there's a great urgency to get him settled comfortably."

Penelope hated when her father was being spoken of in such a manner, like he was on the brink of death and they were all just sitting around waiting for it to happen. He was not going to die anytime soon if she had anything to say on the matter and she wished her mother would stop mentioning it all together.

"And Penelope would very much like to spend yule at home, don't you dear."

"Yes." Although Penelope wanted to remind her mother that they could have spent yule at home in Switzerland if she hadn't decided to move them half across the bloody continent, but she did not want to speak up in front of the Sannesleys. Instead she took another sip of tea. It was at least something with which to keep herself occupied.

Claire smiled but politely declined Cassiopeia's offer for something more savoury to eat and then continued their light conversation on everything from the ministry to the garden outside. Penelope paid more attention to her tea than anything else but made sure to nod obligingly or answer yes or no whenever it was required of her. She was beginning to feel more and more restless though, as the adults kept chattering on and once her tea was finished there really was little else to do but interrupt, or she would undoubtedly have to sit there all afternoon.

“Mother, may I show Pavonis the gift from Caspian, please?”

“Well, I don’t suppose why not… But those are not things to be had indoors so you should be asking the Sannesleys if you may be excused.” Claire smiled a little apologetically at them.

“May we be excused, please?” Penelope asked the Sannesleys, though it was directed more to Pavon’s mother. Mothers were usually the ones in charge, after all. She didn’t care so much that Pavon got involved in her little escape attempt without any say on the matter. Maybe he wished to remain with the adults. She wouldn’t know. But she wanted to go stretch her legs and the only excuse she could come up with involved him as well.


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For most of the conversation that the adults had amongst themselves Pavon remained there, present and ready should he be needed, and for the most part, listening. A couple of times his thoughts wandered off and he had not once looked at Penelope even during that time. The time when he ought to have taken his potion again was nearing and he was feeling the pull that usually accompanied such an occasion.He had noticed at one point that the cup Penelope had been holding was back on the table and empty. He glanced up, as if to ask whether she wanted more, when the girl spoke.

His gaze moved from her to her mother and then to his own. Cassiopea smiled at the inquiry as much as at the veiled apology, assuring Penelope's mother with a light nod, that it was quite fine and there was no offence taken. Her gaze then met Pavon's as if to warn him that he was indeed to be on his best manners and behaviour if he was to be allowed some time with the younger of their guests. The boy lowered his gaze feeling a little irritated that she would do so, when it was clear that he would have done no differently, in particularly because he had no reason to act anything but like a gentleman to someone of the same kind of family background and blood, pure blood. She then proceeded to look at Penelope answering with a light nod. "If your mother does not mind, then you may." She folded her hands over one another in her lap then as if changing her mind over something unfolded them again. She took her cup and took a small sip of tea.

"And Pavonis, dear, take care of our guest." The youngest Sannesley nodded, and moved from the table turning to Penelope. "Your mother said that we need to go outside for this gift? Would you like me to bring you your robe?" His voice was as charming as was his smile. He was already taking his steps towards the exit of the room, more pleased that he would be leaving the company of adults than he'd imagined he would be. While their conversations could be educational and informative, they could just as well be quite dull and make his mind more focused on what he did not have any longer, than on what they were saying. The reason he went in the direction was also because the room with the robes was there and they needed to pass it before they would head outside into the back garden. His mother had suggested it to be the better place to go, and he knew full well it looked rather much improved since the first time they were here. He could brag that at least a part of it was due to him, but it was also his parent's work and those that they've hired to magic away most of the pests.

He glanced over at Penelope to see if she would follow him, and at his mother and father to check one final time if either of them required anything else from him. Satisfied that it was not so and that they were again more focused on the Montage-Fernese the mother, he only waited for the girl to come along before he would take them outside. At least the weather would be very pleasing. It was sunny, but not too hot and there was plenty of shade to be found in the garden. They could walk through the path which had been designed so that the flower bushes would rise over it forming a nice walkway underneath. It would loose some of its beauty once winter came, but as for the moment it still looked quite nice.

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Penelope placed her empty teacup back onto the table and rose from her seat. “Thank you, Mrs Sannesley.” She smiled politely both at the mother and father. She purposefully avoided looking at her mother because she didn’t need another reminder to behave properly.

She didn’t really want to go outside into the fresh air, but anything was better than staying in that room.
“Nah. Not really. I think it’s warm enough to go without robes.” She whispered with a slight shrug before she stepped out from the room. Travelling robes was more something her mother insisted on not because the weather necessarily called for it but simply because travelling robes should be worn when travelling. It was the proper thing to do. An afternoon stroll in the garden shouldn’t require it though.

Once the door was closed behind them and their parents were out of earshot, she spoke again in a normal tone of voice. “We don’t actually have to go outside though. My mother is just being, well, my mother. But I’ll go wherever you want to go… it’s your house. Though, the weather is nice enough, I suppose.”
She wasn’t sure what she was trying to say, really. Perhaps that it didn’t matter whether they went outside or remained indoors… Though, she supposed with him being a boy that he would probably want to try out his new things and it was a sunny enough day. It was probably wise to take advantage of it anyways, because one could never know when it would decide to start raining again.
It was quite ironic, she thought, that the one thing she had hoped would improve with their moving to a new country was the weather. Anything would be an improvement, really, considering the place where they lived in the alps was notorious for being rainy. But so far britain, or at least the parts she had seen so far, were definitely worthy competitors.

Once they’ve gotten outside in the back garden, Penelope opened her little clutch bag inside which she had the magically shrunken package. With a wave of her wand - she had no regard for the decree for the reasonable restriction of underage sorcery because her parents had never imposed it on her, deeming it unnecessary since the trace can’t properly detect underage use in magical home anyway - the package leapt out and placed itself onto the gravel path where it grew into its original size, which was really quite large. Almost the size of a short person’s coffin.
“It’s from my cousin. He said you’d probably like them?”

Penelope had never understood some people’s obsession with brooms. She really disliked anything that had to do with it; flying, quidditch, races, high speed, heights… It was just a recipe for injuries. She much preferred flying carpets if she had to pick one means of transportation which wasn’t side along apparition or floo, but unfortunately they were apparently banned in Britain.


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Pavon had decided that if they were to go outside as Penelope's mother had suggested that they just would go. It was a pleasant day anyway and the garden was nice now. He hadn't retrieved the travelling robe since Penelope said she had no need for it and instead proceeded outside as planned. When he saw her open her clutch bag he had no doubt that whatever was in it probably wasn't the size or smaller than the bag. He lived in the wizarding world where size was often not equal to what one saw. He did look just a little envious when she waved her wand to have the parcel fly out of her bag. He missed his wand and worried about whether he would actually get another one soon.

"For me?" He asked a little taken aback, seeing as the package hadn't remained the same size but grew, and grew and grew until he began to wonder if it was furniture that had been hand delivered to him. When it finally stopped he took a step to it. He did look almost as if he was waiting for permission but then seemed to have thought better of it. What could it be? It looked fairly large, and he hadn't expected any gifts since his birthday at all. He picked it up and began to physically take the packaging apart to see what was inside. "Thought we'd have to be stuck there for ever." He murmured, as the speed of his getting to what was inside, increased when his guesses turned to speculations, those to uncertainty at hoping for something and then being disappointed when it was not that, and finally to excitement when what he suspected seemed to be more and more likely.

"Mind, It wasn't too bad and I am glad you and your mother came to visit us, ... but ...well.. " He was distracted when speaking, so that what started at being quite a logical sentence turned into something of a haphazard jumble of words. His eyes had widened when he the last bits of paper came away and the shape and smooth finish of the gift within revealed itself. "No...." He began and blinked. "No way!" He uttered a little louder. "You're kidding me, right?" He looked at her searching her eyes to see whether she was just about to burst into laughter." That's not a joke, right? Because... if.. .this isn't even going to be funny if it is!" He traced his hand along the length of the object inside. "This is ....bloody AMAZING!" He could not contain his excitement any more. "This really is mine now, right?" It was quite clear he wasn't sure what to believe and that this was something he had never expected happening to him. Sure it was something that was fabled in stories, but people just did NOT get gifts of this sort because they'd probably like it.

It was enough even to , at least for a few moments, forget that he was missing his wand and that it was probably never going to be found even if he uncovered the trio of boys who ran off with it.

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"Yes. It’s for you, silly." Penelope smirked and watched him gape over the package. She motioned a little towards it with her hand as if to give him permission to go ahead when he seemed hesitant. It was almost kind of cute. Maybe he didn’t get a lot of gift. He didn’t seem poor but then again the family had no house elves or even hired witch or wizard staff which meant, well, that they were poor.
Penelope had a natural suspicion of poor people. They were weird and...poor. She wasn’t even sure of what poor people did other than being poor. Probably nothing.

"But, well, yeah, tea with parents is never fun." She said. “It’s pretty boring if you ask me… Your parents seem nice though.” The last bit was added out of politeness. It wasn’t good manners to insult the hosting family by calling them boring. That was just wrong, even for Penelope who had no problem hurting people’s feelings.

“It’s not a joke.” To be fair, she was all about cruel jokes but this was not one of hers.
She took a step forward to get a better look at the content inside the box. She knew it would be two brooms, of course. Caspian had told her so. But she really had no clue what kind of brooms they were. Granted, Caspian may actually have told her that too but she must have tuned out the moment he said 'broom'. It was that boring-filter that kicked in.
She had to snicker though, not because it was a joke but because of his reaction to the gift which was pretty funny.

"It's yours." She assured him. "Caspian has so many brooms, he said he couldn't keep them all and I guess it would be a desecration to throw them away..." She had to smirk a little at that because she had a feeling that, judging by his excitement over the gift, the sheer notion of throwing away brand new brooms would shock the boy to the core. Boys and their toys... "Well, he said I should bring them to you, if you wanted them. He said you probably would… you know, enjoy them.”

She took a step back. One could only look at brooms for so long before it got boring. There wasn’t much to be seen after all. Just… wood. In various shapes. Which reminded her of another wooden thing she had meant to give him. Unlike the brooms, this actually was one of her crule jokes. She opened her clutch bag again and this time she fished up a wand which she held up right in front of his face.

“By the way… I believe this belongs to you.” She spoke rather politely. She didn’t smirk or give any hint of her having had any malicious intent behind it. She just smiled kindly.


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It certainly would have been a crime to throw the brooms away just because they were too many! Brooms were not to be thrown away unless there was no saving them any more and they were too damaged, old or no longer working and even then, if it was a fine model one would try to see if anything could be done and only when they were assured it could not, would the broom be sent away. Pavon nodded sharply after he picked the first of the brooms and turned it in hsi hands. The finish was perfect, smooth, not a splinter - as expected - to be seen. It was comfortable to the touch and the brush at the back was trimmed in a very aerodynamic fashion. The materials, the colour, the wood chosen, all screamed high quality design and make. It even felt light in his hand, which was not due to a cheap wood being used but possibly due to a spell that helped it be great to transport as much as use. The knots and the binding over the bristles was carefully crafted not to let loose or stretch in bad weather, and was far from simple. It was a broom that was going to be fast, responsive and pretty damn fun to fly on. He'd muttered some of his realisations too, the first being the name of the company and man probably, that produced it, then the design, the purpose, the size, the craftmanship. It was probably similar to hearing a muggle (don't gasp http://files.b1.jcink.com/html/emoticons/tongue.gif) talk about their motorbike.

When he took the second broom he nodded and turned to look at Penelope. "Please tell him I am very honoured and grateful for the gift. I will of course sent him an owl as well about this. This is amazing!" It was beyond words. The brooms he held in his hands were in the higher end they were top notch, they were bloody expensive. Sure, he had looked at them when he was deciding on what broom to purchase for himself for Quidditch, but while they were used by professionals, made for professionals, the price tag would have required him quite a deal more work. Had his family been in the exact position of wealth as in before the Ministry went all insane on them, this would probably have been the range he would have considered, even if it would still have been a well thought investment.

He lifted his gaze and was about to say something more about the second broom and why it was so great, when a wand came into view so close to his face that he couldn't even recognise it for what it was at first. He reached for it, took hold of the handle of his wand and then just...literally stared. He was stunned, shocked, baffled, just completely taken aback. What was it? It wasn't just any stick or any wand. It wasn't a gift of a newly purchased wand, which he would have doubted Penelope would do. it was a very familiar feel, he recognised every curve of the thing, the weight as well as the way is sat in his palm, the full length and how pliant it was.

He opened his mouth and closed it again and at that time he literally did have to sit. It was embarrassing and later on he probably would have denied that he reacted in that manner, but he could feel his heart skip a beat and then race as if its master needed to be somewhere fast. He had held his breath while the wand exchanged hands and was tested for being real at first, for any damage it could have sustained or had second and for.. yet again being real and not just a knock off of the thing. His brain hadn't gone from, stunned yet to asking questions about how exactly Penelope got her hands on it. Not yet. It was just still trying to check whether Pavon really was dreaming and the guests hadn't come yet and he would soon be rudely awoken by his mother telling him it is time he got on to work, because the Montagues would soon be there.

He blinked again and indeed the next moment he had found himself on the ground, sitting and clutching his wand still. He gave it a slight swish. It WAS his wand, the exact one. His precious thing he got just before starting Hogwarts and the one he thought he lost. All that yelling and anger that he had to bear because of its loss was now the past that would not repeat. ".....how?..." He mouthed, his voice weak and breathless. He reached to his other arm and after a moment of hesitation, deciding that his heart would not take much more surprises should this all be a dream, he pinched himself.

Other than the bruise that began to slowly mark the bit of skin that he'd pinched, quickly concealed under his robe nothing happened. He was still there, Penelope did not disappear and the ground did not change into his bed, nor did he get transported into the dark room vs the bright outside. "....My wand..."It made it real and he should have been pissed off because maybe, just maybe Penelope stole his wand and was giving it back but he couldn't be. She'd picked the perfect moment to hand it back. He was so hyped on the first two gifts that he could not try to begin to think ill of her, or really, think. She probably also nearly killed him with the amount of excitement his body had to have taken in such a short time. He had to take a few deep breaths and then some more shallow ones because he was not feeling good.

" Where'd you...thank you." He didn't have the will or the strength to get upset. His wand was back, he had two awesome brooms and for once in his life everything felt like it was going good. Something he had not thought was possible with how things were going in and out of school. He felt a tight feeling in his chest and was only then slowly trying to gather his senses and act the way it was appropriate and not like emotions could just run rampant all over the place. ".. I.. um..I really don't know what to say. Do you... what would you like.. right now? .." he smiled sheepishly. He really should have been angry but his mind just decided to make up a story how Penelope went after the trio of boys and somehow got the wand back from them. Why she did not tell him sooner? Well maybe she had no time because her mother wanted her to get ready for the arrival and she thought it was better to come rather than send an owl ahead of time for it. She couldn't have just taken it right at the shop and not told him about it, right??

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Listening to Pavon's mumblings about the broom triggered the activation of the boring-filter which tuned out everything she had no interest in hearing. She took the opportunity to glance around the garden instead whilst he admired his new toys.
It was a fine garden. Well-kept and a good size. Quite perfect for strolls, not that Penelope ever fancied going for strolls, really. She was not an active sort of person. But the garden was perfect for more sedentary activities as well, like picnicking or reading. Now reading in the garden was something she could enjoy. All that was needed was a bench in a nice spot in the shade.

Her reflections of the garden was interrupted by Pavon finally saying something other than mumbling broom particularities to himself. "I will do that." She smiled. "I'm sure he will be pleased to know the brooms will be well taken care of." That was the sort of things broom enthusiasts cared about, wasn't it. That their darlings were being looked after properly.

If his reaction to the gift had been funny, it was nothing in comparison to his reaction when he was reunited with his wand. At first she snickered a little to herself at the sight of him but after a moment she was beginning to feel slightly worried that he may just have lost his mind.

"Umm... Are you alright?" She waved a hand in front of his face to try and get a reaction. She purposely ignore his question 'how'. He was probably too caught up in having his wand back to even notice whether she answered or not anyway.
When he thanked her she merely smiled. “I’m fine… I don’t need anything. But are you alright? You look a bit… weird. I could send for some water if yo-?” No, actually, she couldn’t. The ‘house elf’ was currently on the ground in front of her. “Sorry. There’s no water.” She added hastily.

She cast a weary glance back at the house, trying to remember if the room where their parents were socialising had windows facing the back garden. She had a slight feeling her mother would not appreciate such a sight, and would probably accuse her of being up to her usual mischiefs. And not to mention what Pavon’s parents might think she’d done to their son.
“Perhaps you need some fresh air… Maybe you should try out one of you new brooms? Get the blood flowing a little… Are you allowed to bring your own brooms to Hogwarts by the way?" She wondered. Not that she had any interest whatsoever in bringing a broom of her own, but she figured broom-talk was good distraction from the details surrounding the wand ending up in her possession.

She took a hold of his arm to try and pull him up but for someone her size it could just as well been a mountain she was trying to move. “Greedy goblins, you’re heavy! What have you eaten, boulders?”


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Pavon shook his head a couple of times and raised his hand as if to tell Penelope to stop worrying and that all he needed was a moment. He began to get up even if he felt a little dizzy and decided to take them to have a seat on a proper bench before he could take a better look at his brooms again. His heart was still beating far too fast but at least he was breathing again.

"Don't need water. Just didn't expect it.." He answered honestly trying to force himself to sound as normal as possible. "...But you can understand. Being without a wand and believing you lost it for good. My parents had a long litany of things to say about my irresponsibility about it....And I had not even told them what happened. Not...exactly."

He tilted his head and took those few steps to a proper bench before he sat down. His brooms laid in his lap but there was still space for Penelope if she wanted to sit down. He studied his wand again, this time more thoroughly just to make sure for the last time, that it really was his. He knew it was, but his mind still needed a few moments more to register that. He took a few deep breaths his heart beat at final last starting to slow down. "...Why didn't you write me that you had it? Did you send it and the owl was late?" He hesitated.

"....Nevermind. I'm just glad I have it back." He relaxed. "...Was planning on hunting them down to see who of them stole it. But if they threw it out somewhere, I'd be pretty much doomed not to find it again." He looked at her. "Who had it? The tall one? The idiot they followed?" He didn't know why he needed to know. He thought about having the chance to brew his potion again and that made the day absolutely perfect.

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Penelope allowed him a moment and waited patiently for him to compose himself.
“Well, it is very irresponsible to go losing your wand like that. Having to get a completely new one would be rather unfortunate. Is yours an Ollivander wand? From what I understand they make the best wands in britain, if not the world. I read so in one of the books I bought... I went to that bookshop you recommended, you see.”

She too seated herself on the bench. "I meant to send it by owl but then mother said we'd be visiting so I figured I may as well give it to you in person."
A part of her wanted to lie and cook up some story about how she nicked the wand back from the idiotic trio but trying to paint herself as some sort of heroine didn't tickle her fancy at all. Being the hero was boring in her opinion, and heroes were so often annoyingly sanctimonious that you just wanted to hit them in the face with a punch jinx. Being the villain was so much more interesting and that other part of her really wanted to take credit for having stolen the wand and purposefully held onto it.
Granted, it wasn't actually completely meant to be a theft in the first place. She had picked up the wand with the intention of giving it back to him the moment they'd exited the shop but it truthfully slipped her mind until she had spotted the wand in her purse as she was paying the old healer hag. It was then that she'd decided to simply keep the wand for a little bit... because she was cruel like that.

“Yes… well, at least you have your wand now.” She smirked and crossed her feet at the ankles. “So, have you lived here long? Mother mentioned something about you only having acquired it fairly recently.”


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"..yeah. Mine is one of the older Olivander's. One of the ones that was made by the master himself. That is, THE master.. not just one of the later ones from the same family line." Which of the craftsmen he meant though he did not specify and he probably did not even know exactly. He just wanted to brag a little, now that his precious wand was back. "You can tell that it's of highest quality too." He held it up as if to show Penelope what he meant and she had not just had it in her purse for long enough to have been able to see it herself. "The way it is carved and how it rests comfortably in the palm of your hand. Perfectly balanced for its length." And the wand was indeed longer by an almost four inches from Penelope's.

"It's expensive and it's personal. You really don't want to get another wand when you have lived with one since your 11th year." He nodded and glanced at Penelope. "May I see yours? Where did you get it from?" He grinned. "Glad you found the bookshop of any use. They have some rather fine collections. I quite like it." Not that he, until recently purchased much from it, but again, it was the bit of information that Penelope did not need to learn of.

He felt a little suspicious of the fact she did not want to elaborate on how she had gotten hold of his wand, but decided that it was a matter he would press on another time. Perhaps once they were at Hogwarts and their conversation could not result in their parents being quite upset with them.

"This is an old estate of my family...but it has been recently reacquired since the Ministry had taken it from us before. I've not been here much since I am staying at our current ...previous.. well the other residence. But my parents have mostly been busy with bringing it to it's proper glory again. We are going to get our other homes back, once we're settled here." It would take longer than that but really, details. "Can't wait. Of course as you've seen, we also need to have our elves back. I cannot believe the ministry had thought it wise to remove them from the estate! One could really speak of cruelty there. Removing elves from their home.." He spoke with some disgust at the actions taken by those muggle loving creatures.

"Just wanted to tell you that though so you don't get the wrong impression of us having no elves.. We do. Every estate that was in our possession had them." He scoffed. "... How is the return to your home going? Got the elves yet? Have you read up on Hogwarts? There's plenty of secrets that that place has. Quite a few legends too, of course. And elves. There is a whole kitchen of them. The proper elves. The ones that will beat whoever wants to give them a sock or whatnot and free them." His wand was still in his hands, although it received less attention now.

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Penelope had no idea who the master Ollivander was. She only knew they had made fine wands for over two millennias so the list of masters must be extremely long. But it felt unimportant to ask. A name would make her none the wiser anyway.
She had to keep herself from rolling her eyes at his boasting. It wasn’t the first time he’d done it either and she was beginning to think it was a bad habit of his. A really bad habit, actually. But she let it slide and watched his wand as he explained.

She got her own wand out of her clutch bag and showed it to him. It was a short, slender but very firm wand. Completely inflexible, quite like herself in her convictions. Black with a smooth polished finish, it was an elegant yet simple wand.
“It’s ebony with dragon heartstring core.” She explained, “It’s crafted by Diesbach. They’re an old swiss family of wandmakers. Not quite as old nor as world-renowned as Ollivander certainly, but they’re nonetheless distinguished. They only make a small number of wands per year though, and only to those who are already members of their clientele. They haven’t added any new members for over two hundred years… But all Farneses have had their wands made by them.”
Whilst Ollivander wands were most impressive and not to mention exquisitely made, Diesbach had the allure of being so exclusive. Penelope would not have minded an Ollivander wand but in the end she had chosen Diesbach because it felt right to follow tradition.

“It’s a fine house.” She remarked. “How many estates do you have?”

“I thought you were supposed to be the house elf.” She smirked teasingly, “Nah. I get it. From what I understand many families were robbed of their properties and possessions because of the ministry, including having their house elves confiscated. I wonder though... Are they kept in cages somewhere?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know if our home will come with elves… I suppose it doesn’t matter because we have elves in our other home which will join us here once we get our estate back. Well, I guess one elf will remain back home to maintain the property...” This was all guessing, of course. Penelope had no idea how her mother intended to sort everything, and she didn’t really care either. She was confident her mother would make certain it was all arranged perfectly. “But the rest will probably be moved here, as well as our domestic servants. Seems the most logical, doesn’t it?”
She shrugged again, “Mother takes care of all that. I’m not really involved… Gives me time to do other, more interesting things instead. Like reading... I’m almost three-quarter through Hogwarts: A History. Did you know there’s supposedly a chamber of secrets?”


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"I have heard about them." Pavon nodded. "They are quite exclusive, as you said so I would assume that the wands are of really good quality as well. Wouldn't think they would have kept the clientele for long, even if they gave that feeling of exclusivity, if they were not good enough." He studied the wand that she brought out and his opinion did not change. One could tell that the wand was not made by Ollivander, but at the same time, even with a slightly different style, it looked like it would be comfortable to use. Of course the wand more suited Penelope but that was why it had been made for her. "..Do they also make wands that choose the person like the Ollivander's, or do you preorder the materials and cores and they are tailor made for you?" He heard about them, but that did not mean he knew how they worked.

"Mine is made out of hawthorn wood, the core is a phoenix feather." He glanced over towards the house, before answering her compliment of the place. "Thank you. Now... currently we have this one, a house we previously owned and an apartment in London. " He turned away from the house again to explore the gardens with his gaze instead. "For the exact number I would have to ask my parents, but I remember at least one more that we staid at when I was very little. My brother told me that my parents moved there just before I was born because it offered more peace from ..well everything."

He scowled. "Oy. You know very well that I only did all the serving because there was nobody else that could do it for us. Right now." He relaxed though, recognising the tease for what it was. Not serious. "I don't know. I would assume that they would have to keep them confined as I would not know of any good elf that would just willingly stay away from their master's estate just because some stranger told them so. How this is in no way considered a cruelty of the ministry, I cannot understand but I do hope they were not tricked into being freed as contrary to popular mudblood belief elves do not thrive when free."

He nodded:" It does sound sensible. Do you have any excess of elves currently or any you have just bred?" He was wondering if it would be of some use to the family, if they obtained some of the new elves until their old would be returned. Just in case of course those were not returned at all. Fresh and new blood was also good in the case that they would want to breed them in the future. He hesitated at the question that she asked next and shrugged.

"Well..... yeah. I know about it. Spoilers there, It has no purpose any longer though. ... The creature that once resided in it had long been defeated. I've heard stories that the bones of it still remain in the chamber though and that it should be a quite macabre sight. Some unreliable sources suggested that it still stinks even though with how many decades it had been since its defeat....I would think that quite unlikely. " He leaned a little closer. "Why do you ask?"

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Penelope glanced sideways, slightly affronted by his assumption. “Of course their wands are top quality.” Did she look like someone who settled for second rate?
“A Diesbach wand is not pre-made but is rather ‘composed’ through a series of magic spells which determine the materials which will make up your wand. Monsieur Diesbach will then craft the wand from these specifications. You can have certain details added if you choose.” She pointed to a carving in the handle where she’s had her initials ‘PMF’ ornately engraved into the wood. “So in a sense I suppose you can say that they’re tailor-made. But the designing of the wand is left for Monsieur Diesbach to decide. He’s a true artist and he really has an eye for what suits the client. I’ve certainly never heard of anyone being disappointed with his work.”

She regarded his wand as he showed it to her. Although it had been in her possession for two days she never once took it out of her purse to inspect it closer. It was a fine wand and it really looked like it suited him. It was much longer than her own too. “I’ve heard wands with phoenix feather cores can act a little on their own accord.”

It seemed quite excessive to have so many homes. She would soon have two and she rather felt like that was one too many. It wasn’t that she opposed taking back what was rightfully her family’s property. It should be in their possession. But she also loved the home where she grew up and if she was perfectly honest, it was the only place she ever wanted to live.
“Don’t you miss living where you grew up?” She wondered. Her mother often scolded her for being too curious and that it wasn’t proper to pry into people’s private affairs but she couldn’t quite help herself. If she was curious about something she simply had to find out. “And where is your brother?”

“You do make a good house elf though.” She continued to tease, though pretty lightheartedly. She meant no offence but offence could of course always be taken anyway. But she didn’t care so much about that. “But a bit too tall I dare say, and your ears are not so pointy.” She turned to really look at him as if surveying his appearance better. “And undoubtedly you’re not quite so pliable either.”
She let out a snorting little laugh as she turned back to overlook the garden again.
“Yes… It does seem like it would be quite an ordeal to keep all these elf from rejoining at their masters and mistresses sides… I suppose it goes to show to which extent the Ministry is bent on retaining what’s not rightfully theirs.” She had little to say on the matter of the elves treatment though. They were simply house elves and they could not be treated cruelly, could they? Now freeing them was a whole other matter entirely.
“Freeing them would be making them a huge disservice. They are made to serve us and whoever thinks otherwise clearly has never met a house elf. It’s like putting a salmon in a tree thinking it would have a much better life by looking at the world from above.”

She felt a bit awkward when he started talking about breeding and even a little red-faced which she knew was silly and she mentally scolded herself for it. But really, she had no awareness of any such goings-on. She didn’t keep records. Their housekeeper governed the houselves.
“I don’t really know…” She answered.

“Oh…” That was a little disappointing. The purpose of the chamber of secrets was very vague in the book and didn’t actually confirm its existence. “So there’s nothing secret in there? It’s just an empty chambre?” Penelope had hoped for something much more mysterious and well, secret. If he knew about it, and by the sound of it, as did most people it wasn’t so much a secret chambre anymore, was it. “No reason… Have you ever been down there though?”


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"It would be interesting to have a wand tailor made for you on the spot." Pavon agreed, quite liking the idea. He did not know how the Ollivander's worked and whether he had the wand in mind for someone when he made it and whether he somehow knew exactly that each wand would find its master and would be designed in such a way that it would fit them well. Either way, her wand indeed looked like it was crafted through skill, well thought design and an abundance of knowledge of the wandlore.

"They may want to, you are right. And it is not as easy to tame them as it might be another type of core wand. But the range of magic they offer once they do, is rather vast, after. That's what I read at least. Its combination with the hawthorn wood, I also found, makes mastering this wand a challenge." He grinned. "That is why a pureblood of an old bloodline may be found holding one. I've grown used to it. And I am quite glad it is not so easy to use it, as it means that even if someone may ever again - lets hope not - get a hold of it, they will have to struggle should they want to use it against me." He hoped it worked that way and would have been disappointed if a spell performed by such a crook did not spectacularly backfire.

"I did miss it over where we lived before our estate was returned. I am not particularly fond of that house and home. It is smaller, and it had been less than fitting. It was home yes, and it still is, but it doesn't even have an elf and I've been quite used to having them at the other home. You get used to moving though, you know. You leave a bit of yourself in each place and then... it is fun too. You get to discover new things. If you would only have ever lived in one place and only owned that one, it would too soon get boring because all secrets would have been found and uncovered." He paused. "How does your previous home compare to the one you are now having returned?" He was curious why she would miss it because, the way her question was phrased, it did feel like she did.

He sighed when asked about the whereabouts of his brother. "....I don't know If I am supposed to even tell you that, but you will learn soon enough, if your mother reads any of the papers. He had to go because of some incident that happened with the mudblood and her family. He didn't do it, of course, but if he would have been apprehended truth wouldn't have mattered." He didn't look pleased and the only reason he'd even told her as much was because he knew that the papers might make it appear worse but there would be no doubt she'd learn of it anyway.

He scowled: "I hope you don't have your elves by the time we get to visit you! I can't wait to be served as skillfullly as you mock me now that I have done! He rolled his eyes and grinned. "And I am more impeccably dressed and I have my own socks, you forgot to add." He nodded in agreement. "It is something that those who have not been brought in our world seem to not be able to understand. They believe that the elves could only ever be happy if freed. There are certain exceptions yes, but there was perhaps one.... at tops two known cases that I've ever heard of, of such elves who wanted freedom. And I've heard of many cases, in particular at Hogwarts, when elves took a great offence at such people trying to trick them into getting freed. Makes you think."

His smirk only grew bigger when he saw the colouring of her cheeks at what he said about breeding. He was half tempted to continue in greater detail, but he knew that it would not be proper and it would rather crude too. "Alright." He said instead. "Perhaps our parents will discuss it." Was all that he added to that topic before continuing with the next.

"Well.. there is something that remains to remind anybody who would manage to get in there, of what was there once before. But I haven't been in there. The entrance was allegedly in the girl's bathroom. You should know that I take pride in not venturing into such a place being as I am a boy." He shrugged. "But as to what was there... a basilisk. Allegedly it was put there by Salazar Slytherin and only a true heir could open the chamber of secrets and unleash what was held inside. That 'evil' was supposed to cleanse the school of mudbloods and the like. ...Have you read about Voldemort, he who must not be named, as they once called him?"

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Whilst she agreed that it was immensely fun to explore old houses and she was indeed looking forward to learn everything she could about Montague Manor once it was returned to them; to search for hidden rooms and passageways, and to discover secrets and mysteries lurking in the shadows. But she still felt too attached to her home in switzerland to ever think she could truly feel at home anywhere else.
“It depends on the house though, surely. I’ve lived in Pavot Blanc all my life and I’m certain I’ve only uncovered half its secrets… It’s nearly 8 centuries old after all so I dare say it harbours great many mysteries.” Boring was probably the last word she would therefor use to describe her home.
“I’ve not yet seen the Montague house in person, actually. Only in paintings and it’s a fine house. I suppose it’s a very classical 16th-century country house…” She looked up towards the house, “Have you found any secrets yet, then?”

Her mother knew about the circumstances surrounding the older Sannesley son, of course, and it was no doubt the reason she had specifically asked Penelope not to pry into private affairs. It was not polite to do so and instead such details was always best acquired through gossip - the thing everybody pretended not to engage in but of which everybody was wholly guilty.
It was very difficult to not pry however, when one was of a very curious disposition as Penelope happened to be. “So he’s on the run from the law?” This intrigued Penelope of course. Having read too many novels on the subject of mysterious antiheroes she couldn’t but romanticise the idea of his brother being a fugitive. “And you never hear from him? Not even through secret correspondence?” She could just imagined encrypted messages and rendezvous at secret locations.

She snorted. "I don't serve people. Besides, I told you, we will bring our elves and staff from switzerland once we're finally able to move into our house. We won’t go a day without servants, that I can assure you." She glanced sideways at him in a sort of teasing defiance. "You'll definitely never, ever see me house elfing, Pavonis Sannesley. I promise you that."
His statement on also being more impeccably dressed than a house elf was certainly true and she let out a little giggle. "Yes, you are, thankfully... It would have been terribly strange if you had showed up dressed in nothing but a pillowcase." This image was best kept out of the imagination though, as she had already seen a little too much of him than she probably should and did not want to be reminded of it.
“The folly of one elf can hardly be taken as the will of the masses. There are idiots in all groups.”

She smiled intriguingly at the thought of the entrance being in a girls bathroom. A most unusual place to hide such a thing. Whilst the chamber of secret had turned out to be neither so secret nor so full of anything remotely interesting, the idea of the entrance alleged placement did tickle her curiosity for it once more. It would definitely make any visit to the loo more intriguing if anything.
"A noble thought, I suppose.” How very unfortunate that the attempt had proven unsuccessful. "I've read about him, of course." Her great-great grandparents had been part of Voldemort's inner circle of Death Eaters after all, and that was the reason her family had had their property seized by the ministry all those years ago. “Was he the heir then?” Perhaps she was a bit ignorant on the subject but in her defence, british history wasn’t as thoroughly covered at Beauxbatons for obvious reasons.


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"I've found a few. I haven't had time to explore it too much, but I know of a few from my... earlier time here. Just recently I've found a boggart in one of the secret 'rooms'." He rolled his eyes. "The last thing you want to find somewhere damp, dark, and abandoned. I was there with a friend." In fact it had been the very girl that helped them by purchasing the estate from the ministry and to whom they would owe money until they were able to repay her back. Of course that was a small detail he was not going to make public anytime soon. "My brother knows more of them of course."

He nodded slowly at the question. "He is on the run for.....since I started my education at Hogwarts, so this year it should be the fifth year." He sighed. "The Aurors luckily had not been able to locate him yet. He's innocent of course. But now.....the mud...muggleborn and her family is dead. They allegedly saw him close to their house on the day that they were killed and their house was burnt down..." It was all that she could find in the newspaper and he doubted she would not look for it, if he did not tell her. "If they catch him....and with how things are at the moment there is no doubt what would happen to him. Poorly construed trial, harsh punishment to scare the others and 'make an example' of him. He would be sent to Azkaban, there's no doubt in that." He shook his head. "I haven't seen him since he disappeared." It was a lie, but he wasn't about to betray any secrets that could be condemning to someone he only met for the second time. He probably would not have told it to anyone either. The more people knew the greater the chance one would betray - by accident or intentionally.

"I wish he could return and be acquitted. I miss him." His gaze dropped to the broom and then his wand that he hadn't yet slipped into his pocket. "You would have enjoyed his company, really. He is a fine gentleman as well. Friendly. Proper."

He scowled at her as she told him that she would never be a servant to anyone. It was a fairly good distraction from the not so pleasant conversation about his brother's freedom and lack thereof. "I don't think I suit the pillow case fashion. ...it is just too small and too square for me." He murmured.

He tilted his head and then slowly stood. They could walk a little through the garden while they talked, or perhaps tried the brooms out. He got two. "He was the one who opened it. He could speak the tongue. That was one thing Salazar Slytherin could do as well. A student died and then the chamber was sealed again. If you ever meet the Moaning Martyle. I think there's a great chance you will, since she likes to hang out close to the place she died, she's the one. Got killed. Voldemort, or.. Tom Marvolo Riddle, as he was called at the time, got cold feet, I think. There was a half giant, that also attended the school, that got blamed for the death. Didn't get sent to prison though, just got his wand destroyed." He paused. "Would you like to fly?" He indicated the brooms. "We could take them for a ride and the views are quite marvellous here. No muggles anywhere near, so we shouldn't be seen."

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