Unfinished Sympathy

Tea Time

Authors Note: I decided to write this chapter in Grave's point of view. Hope you like it. ;)

Thanks everyone who read this story. Please correct me if I have made any mistakes. Because I make them easily. 

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She took place in the chair facing him. He was wondering what the story was because it took a lot of convincing. He looked at the book, and all those pages. It was going to be a long story.

She took a deep breath and begun.

"When a woman was born in 1346 she grew up in a foster home because her parents died of the Black Death. Despite the fact, her parents were death, she had a good life. Until she reached the age of seven. Of course, she had seen and heard a lot about the Black death about the people dying and pleading for their lives.

How much they pleaded, it didn't work. Death came in the end. No bible helped nor did the priests. So she had learned that dead came in the moment's you would not expect. When she turned seven she woke up in the night, probably because of the wind. It always sounded a bit scary when it was storming. Because the House was old, and it squicked a lot. After a few minutes, she started to worry, what if it wasn't the house, what is if was something else? She carefully slipped out of bed. She couldn't sleep and she wanted to know what was causing that humming noise."

He was listening carefully to her when she abruptly stopped. "I am really sorry but my throat is sore. Do you mind if I make a cup of tea? Would you like one too?" She looked at him with her dark brown eyes with golden dots in it. "Yes please" he answered remembering himself to be professional, he could not fall in love with her. The last time he did that his girlfriend ran away with another. His best friend to be precise.

She stood up, her dark brown hair bouncing up and down, while she walked to the kitchen. "Do you like gunpowder tea Mr. Graves?" she yelled from the kitchen. "Yes, that would be fine" He heard water boiling in the kettle, and he smelled something that smelled like butter.

He smoothed his shirt, and crossed his legs, revealing his gray socks. She walked in with a serving tray with tea, sugar, spoons and something else on it. "I have made some butter cake, you can try something if you want." The yellow things on the plate next to the cup must be the cake, he thought. He had never seen anything that shiny.

She filled his cup with tea and offered him the sugar-bowl. He threw two little spoons of sugar in his cup before he took a sip. He saw she didn't take anything in her tea, not even any sugar. She suddenly let out a gasp. A white envelope flew into the room, with the Macusa sign on it. Then he saw a pigeon flying out of the room, escaping through the opened window. "What was that?" she asked him. "A note from Mr. Picquery. That means I need to get back to work." he said. "Oh, okay so they do it like that in America? In Britain we use owls." she looked at him, but then quickly turned her head, and focused on something else. "We do use owls here, but they would seek way too much attention of the No-Maj's. So we use pigeons sometimes." He opened the letter and read it carefully.

"Dear Percival, we need to discuss some security matters. Please meet me in my office." He sighed stood up and placed his cup on the tray. "I need to go. But I want to hear the whole story. Can I borrow the book from you?"

A frown formed on her face after the last sentence. "It is an old family book Graves, If you don't mind I like to keep in in my house. But you can come and read it yourself if you want."

He slowly nodded, it was weird she wanted to keep in with her. Nevertheless he wanted to know the rest. "That's fine." He put on his coat, and dressed his scarf around his neck." She rose up from the chair to walked towards the door, holding it open for him. "Anne, I don't go by foot. I apparate." A little smile appeared on her face. "Of course, how silly of me. See you later then." He took his wand from his coat. "See you later." With a quick swipe of his wand disappeared.