Inheritance

III. Pheromones

II. Pheromones

Vivienne Parkinson

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"Who was that?" Edith linked her arms with mine as we sped-walked down the hall. Despite the minor ache in my legs, I've managed to match her pace.

"Who?" I played dumb with a smile.

"Vivi," she sighed. "Are you having sex with randoms again? Unprotected?"

"Maybe," I replied condescendingly. "To be fair, the man had four brooches. Four! Wasn't sure which ones, but four says a lot."

"Blood status has nothing to do with putting your health at risk, I mean-. Seriously, Vivi. We're not in Beauxbatons anymore, and your manor isn't Durmstrang."

"My manor," I scoffed. "This is just a home with my name on it. This isn't my manor."

"Vivienne, I think it's time you start acting like it is your manor. Because it literally is. Can you please greet your guests? So that way you can get rid of this place? Considering how much you loathe it."

"When is this event even over?" I groaned, walking through a crowd of people.

"It ends once everyone leaves," she replied. "Until then, just greet your guests. And please wear your brooch so they know it's you!"

Rolling my eyes, I pulled the tiny pin out of my bra and attached it to my dress. "You act like a mum."

"Well, I was once your best friend until you got self-destructive, so let's not even have that conversation," she remarked, unlinking our arms. "Now, if you'll excuse me, The Greengrass family is here, and I am going to give them a personal tour of this extravagant manor that you loathe so much"

"Oh, please," I chuckled. "You just want to have sex with their son."

As Edith strayed away, she smirked and shrugged.

The open house went on for 2 more dreadful hours. It was a lot of smiling and shaking hands, as well as talking about the art pieces and the history of the manor. If it weren't for that library, I would not have known anything about this manor.

The event in the said library was definitely stress relieving, and it sure felt really good. I was a bit taken aback by how... easy it was to sleep with an apparent well-renowned person, considering how many brooches he wore. Despite my lack of knowledge of each pin, it's a given that the person I let fuck was high up there in the blood of bloodlines. Whatever any of that means.

As soon as the last group of families exited the manor, I waved, thanked them for coming, and shut the door immediately. A long sigh left my body as I removed my heels with ease.

"Edith!" I yelled out, my voice bouncing off the walls. "Do you have any energy to go out tonight? Any energy at all?"

Edith came down the stairs with her heels in her hands. "I'm not mustering up any energy to go out tonight. Vivi, you have a whole cellar full of the most expensive liquor. Why can't you just pop open a bottle of wine and call it a night?"

"Because there are no hot men to dance on me," I complained, the both of us making our way toward the 'family room'. The centerpiece of this room is the large tufted sofa upholstered in deep blue navy velvet. Complemented with the sofa had white silk pillows that are very hard to keep clean, especially during Edith and I's movie nights. And especially when it's a sad movie marathon.

Across the sofa stands a fireplace that also acts as another Floo Network in the manor. A gilded antique clock and delicate porcelain vases holding a fresh bouquet of flowers sit atop the mantel of the fireplace, adding more charm to the room.