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-Chapter♚♛SeventyFour-

✧TEMPTATION IN A TEA POT✧

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"What's wrong with the way I'm dressed?" Alphard questioned, catching that even Rhea was downplaying her attire. "Nothing at all, but we'll get curious stares and I want to reframe from that. I thought I gave you the bag of clothes?" He had ignored what was in there for a reason, everything looked too young for him to wear.

So to even things out, he kept his trousers and managed well enough with the shirt and jacket. "Merlin's name is this?"

"Sirius helped me out with this one, but I have to say if that boy plans to grow out his hair anymore and beard, you might have a new miniature." She claimed, straightening his jacket before turning back towards the mirror.

"Where have you planned for us to go?"

"On an adventure!"

"Yes, I realize that, love. Where?" He shouldn't have shown the fact that he was desperate to know, but Rhea was far too excited that she sighed. "To a muggle play."

"A—A muggle play? How on earth did you find out about it?"

"Through hearsay, I've been practicing on my muggle exchange all week and I want to test it out. Come now, I thought it'd be fun!" He started to scratch his brow, curious as to how this all transpired. But given that Rhea looked so unbelievably impatient to get going, he allowed her to lead the way.

Sure it wasn't his first time into the muggle world, as he remembered kindly the days when he sought to piss off his parents. And implied that he was looking to fund a few muggle shops, just to keep them on their toes.

But also because it gave good leverage on who he could or should marry, and by the time he was nearly thirty they had given up.

Rhea had looked both ways from the chosen alley that they apparented to, and she squealed in delight. "I've never done something like this before."

"I believe it, you said the same about going to Diagon Ally on your own." She perked her lips to his rather blunt words and nodded, if she managed to concur that, this couldn't be that much different.

"Alright, the cinema should be right down this way." She claim, and thus Alphard turned into a gentleman and hooked his arm out for her to take. The dutiful husband had earned a few brightened smiles, and it nearly gave him a heart attack to see all the kind faces.

"I never understood why we're meant to be so afraid of them..."

"The Salem witch trials, love."

"I heard that the real witches and wizards weren't caught anyhow, they persecuted their own kind—Those who share the same faith. Barbaric and unpredictable, so why start another war now? Should we be past all of this?" Alphard shook his head, knowing that it wasn't the muggles fault for being so oblivious of such a powerful force in their presence. Nor was it their fault that their ancestry had made the magical community fearful.

But it was the grudge of a few that installed the same racist remarks to remain content and relevant.

"If there's one thing I've learned, it's that someone will always hold onto the past." She sighed, but then motioned her hand up. "There's the cinema, I'm told they have plenty of snacks and such...Though I'm not familiar with the muggles sweets, so I brought a few from home."

"You can eat in a muggle playhouse?"

"Oh, well it's not really a play. It's a film."

"Pardon?"