Neptune's Beloved

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ᴠɪ - ɢʀᴏᴄᴇʀɪᴇꜱ

"Why! You're quite a smart little girl aren't you? But here, we're talking about magic. And magic has no logic nor laws when applying it."

"And how do you know that?"

"Child, I've read it!"

"Which book?"

"I don't remember the names of the books I read!"

"What? Impossible."

"I only read for the content; I don't read for the title."

"If you have no such explanation, then certainly, I would not believe you."

"I am your living proof!"

"Oh."

Aunt Yve sighs in defeat. "Well, there's no point arguing about this anyway, none would benefit anything from it."

Seraphine nods in agreement to Aunt Yve's statement.

"How about let's do something productive instead? Why don't you help me cook food downstairs?"

"I don't know how to cook."

"Then I'll teach you! And besides, you've probably known a bit of cooking anyway since you're all so smart and your hobby is to read books."

"But that doesn't mean I know how to cook, aunt."

"How come?"

"I don't read cook books; I've only read fiction. And I've never cooked before so I have no experience."

"Then the books you read are pointless in life!"

"What?"

"Nevermind. I'll just teach you how to cook 'kay? We're getting nowhere with this argument. Plus, remember what I've said to you–"

"Yes I know."

"Good! Let's get going." Aunt Yve took a deep breath and smiled at Seraphine, before opening the door in her bedroom. "But before I leave, can you do this for me?" she whispered.

"Do what?"

"I need you to play along with me."

"What for? I need an explanation."

"No time to explain! Later on, you'll know. Anyways let's go down now; we don't want to keep Fabíen waiting."

Seraphine finally gave in and followed Aunt Yve's orders, following her downstairs, which led to Fabíen.

"I'm already done speaking to Seraphine," Aunt Yve says to Fabíen.

"What did she say?" asked Fabíen.

"She apologized already. So Seraphine, why don't you apologize to Fabíen? He's been feeling worried about you." Aunt Yve says as she looks over to Fabíen, who doesn't seem to care as he seemed too focused on his print.

"What?" Seraphine whispered with a look of disbelief on her face.

"Just play along!" Aunt Yve whispered back.

"Sorry Fabíen." And to Fabíen's reply, he only gave a simple nod, without paying much attention to the duo.

Then, Aunt Yve kneeled down, to match Seraphine's stubby height. "Say, do you want to cook with me, Seraphine?"

And in a reply, Seraphine shook her head.

"Okay, come with me to the kitchen," she spoke as she held out her left hand for Seraphine to grab it with her right hand.

As they walked over to the kitchen, it was a small but simple room, enough for two people. The floor was made out of cobblestones while everything else was made out of yew log. Aunt Yve bends over the cabinet to check whether there were still ingredients enough for cooking but as she scanned the compartment, her face was filled with grave horror. There was none. With a sigh, she turns to Seraphine with a heavy look.