Ruffled ~ H.S

Fourteen

**INEXPLICIT SMUT**

A/N: Hello, this chapter became craZY long, sorry :p and I know I updated this early but I already had all the ideas so I thought I may as well. Have fun :p

"Well, Anne dear, what surprises have you prepared for us this evening?" A middle-aged, plump woman sitting beside Harry's mother asked her.

"Just wait & see," Anne chuckled, "Derek! Derek, where are the starters?" She called out impatiently.

"Right here, madam," Derek rushed to the table and sat two plates of a sort of meat that I hadn't seen before, "Jeanette is bringing in the rest of the plates now."

"Thank you, Derek," Anne nodded at him.

A pretty maid with jet black hair who only looked a little older than me came into the dining room and set down two more plates of the exact same mysterious food. All the plates had small cut pieces of this strange meat sprinkled with parsley and drizzled with some sort of mayonnaise.

Oh, great.

I hate mayonnaise.

"Here you go, milady," the maid said softly as she placed the two remaining plates on the table.

"Thank you, Jeanette," Harry's father smiled at her, and she smiled back - making me frown slightly as I tried my best to hide the suspicious look on my face.

OK...that seemed a little too friendly...

"And what is this lovely-looking dish, Anne?" A man sitting opposite her asked.

"It's called Rose Veal Tonnato. An Italian dish that Esme has become obsessed with cooking," Anne rolled her eyes and chuckled, "still - I quite like it."

Oh...so that's what veal looks like.

"It's poached in wine with a drizzle of tuna mayonnaise," Anne continued.

My eyes widened.

Oh, come on!

Tuna mayonnaise?!

Mayonnaise based on the most disgusting fish I've ever smelt?!

Deciding to keep my thoughts to myself, I bit my lip and let out a soft sigh. The only person who would've been close enough to hear it was Harry, or the scary-looking old lady sitting beside me.

As Anne's guests began to help themselves to the veal, I decided to wait until everybody else was done filling their plates. Who knows - maybe they'll just leave a little bit left and I can take that just to be polite.

But...I suppose if Esme cooked it, then it should be nice...

Harry scooped a small serving of veal onto his plate, and I began to smile as I discovered that I wasn't the only one planning to just eat a little. Feeling a little more pacified, I finally reached out and took a little bit myself. However, as soon as the veal was on my plate, I saw that the whole serving was sprinkled in peppercorn shavings, and I immediately had to discreetly cringe.

I've had way too many experiences where I've accidentally bitten into a piece of peppercorn - and I always have to grimace whenever I do so. There's nothing I hate more than the taste of pure pepper against my tastebuds, and these days if I ever get a meal sprinkled with pepper I always scrape the pepper off.

Scraping it off in this scenario would be so impolite... I bit my lip anxiously.

Actually, you know what? Who cares. I can't stand the taste of pepper, and I'm gonna scrape it off if I want to scrape it off.