There are two types of people: those who would kill for love and those who would die for it. And they usually end up attracted to each other. • {slow burn friends to lovers, arranged marriage, morally grey characters, fluff and angst, happy ending}
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A fortnight, which I found out to be 2 weeks in British English, had passed.
It was Sunday, and I was on my way to visit Lady Guinevere Gaunt. The temperature was chillier than usual for late October, so I wore a knitted jumper with my crimson overcoat. I made sure to wear something with at least a hint of my Gryffindor colours, hoping it would make me feel comfortable at their Slytherin lair.
This time, I was going by myself instead of apparating with my friends, so I took the Gryffindor Floo to a place in London called Diagon Alley, a handful of blocks from the Gaunt manor.
I still wasn't sure about how I felt about meeting with Ominis' grandmother. She seemed to be an important, posh lady, and I wondered what we even had to talk about. But at the same time, I felt so welcome by her at the soiree, that I didn't even hesitate about visiting her.
I was once again before the tall iron gates of the manor, but only this time, in daylight, the residence didn't look as terrifying as it did the other night. The imposing estate covered with ivy branches looked rather... charming.
"Miss Morgan! What a delight it is to see you!" Viper greeted me at the door with her adorable high-pitched voice. "Lady Gaunt is waiting for you in the drawing room."
Drawing room? As in, for drawing? I thought to myself, clueless.
The little elf guided me upstairs and then through a corridor that followed the same dark but refined aesthetic, with black marble floors and excessive antique furnishings adorning the walls.
"Miss Morgan has arrived, Madam," Viper introduced me as we entered the room.
"Marvellous, thank you Viper, dear," Guinevere Gaunt spoke from her armchair. "Lovely Miss Carolyn, it is a pleasure to have you here today. Please make yourself comfortable." She nodded to the sofa across her.
The room was more pleasant than I expected. Though the furniture was in dark wood and everything else was mostly dark green toned, the room was well-lit with tall windows casting natural light, with piles of books everywhere.
I took my seat, debating on whether I should lean back, or cross my leg.
Where to put my hands? How does one properly sit?
"Carolyn, dear, may I offer some tea? Do you have a preference?" The lady smiled warmly.
"Um... What- which tea do you recommend, ma'am? Any favourites?"
She looked amused. "In truth, I usually incline towards Earl Grey as my preferred tea. However, come afternoon, Ceylon tea strikes me as lighter and more fitting. I must confess, I've never pondered much upon my tea predilections, but your curious mind bringing up the subject is most appreciated." Her smile looked incredibly genuine.
I was already starting to feel more at ease. "Either tea sounds lovely, Madam Gaunt. Thank you."
"You can call me Guinevere, dear, Madam Gaunt makes me feel old, I am afraid." She elegantly laughed with composure.
