The Potions Masters Daughter

Chapter 5:

Hi guys sorry this is so late in the day thats not normal for me but I could have sworn I saved it but aparently it didnt so I had to rewrite it sorry :(

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I stepped into this man's house that was supposed to be my said father. I didn't want to believe this was my father becasue he seemed mean but our resemblances were uncanny.

I mean he looked exactly like we with the obidean eyes and the black hair along with the hooked nose plop down in the middle of his face.

I could have easily been a miniture girl version of him. One of the only differences in resemblance was our clothes.

Mine was a brown ratty shirt with a pair of torn jeans. While he prefered to wear his black cape and weird attire. Other then that I could have been his twin from another dimention.

 But yet since I had necer seen him before there was still some uneasiness about him in the pit of my stomach.

He motioned for my to follow him into the dining room that was right to right once  you went through the door. I followed him willingly as soon as the gust of cool air blew against my skin.

He pulled out a chair for me and motioned for me to sit down. The chair was beautifully handcarved I guessed. With lions feet and a dark green cusion. I felt weird sitting in it so I sat on the very edge perfectly straight upright.

Then he pulled out a chair for himself and sat down across the beautiful mahogany table that matched the chairs feet. The head and the foot seat had an acturally lion's head carved into it. He was sitting down right across the table from me

He asked me, "Would you care for some tea?"

I wondered why it was tea he was asking me about. He didn't seem like the sort of man that would have parites or diners at his house so perhaps this was just awkward for him to and he felt tea woul dbe best.

I thought tea would be delightful so I nodded my head in a bobbleing motion and he stepping into the kitchen to prepare it for us.

About 8 minutes later I heard the soft whistle of the kettle announcing that the hot water was ready. About a minute or so after that he came back with two mugs of water so hot you could see the steam coming off of them.

He handed me one of the mugs once he entered the room. The mugs were nothing fancy just white with a silver lining it was perfect I though simple yet elegant.

He asked me, "What type of tea do you like? I have lemmon, spice, and orange."

I told him, "I'll take the spice type sir."

He went into the kitchen again and came out holding a tea bag for me. I noticed his lemmon bag was already in his tea.

I ripped it open once I recieved it and dipped it in and out of my water. Once I was satified with theh solution I took a sip.

It burned my mouth but as I swallowed it felt good against my dry throat from all the running.

After I was about half way done with mine he set his down and looked done. He leaned back in the chair as he waited for me to finish.

Once I finished mine I copied his moves and placed mine on the table as well, but I didn't lean bakc as he had.

After about 5 minutes of sitting in an awkward silence he finally cleared his throat and said, "Well since I already know you name I suppose I should tell you mine as well as a bit about myself. But then you have to tell me a bit about yourself, agreed?"

I shoke my head in agreement. Thats what I was taught to do at home my my "mother". She didn't like having to hear the sound of my voice so I only talked when absolutely needed. I used head motion's for the rest though.

He looked a bit uneasy when I did this and asked me to say something when he spoke. I figured it was like on of the "games the my "mother" played with me.

She would say it would be okay to speak, but when I finally did she would always say you should have known better then to speak and then she would beat me for it.

SO I still didn't answer the man. He seemed like he was mad when I still chose not to speak to him.

He seemed like he was trying to clam himself down becasue he was taking long deep breaths in and out while unclentching and then re-clentching his fists.

He finally said in a demanding tone that I was used to from my old home, "Speak when I ask you to."

I still thought it was one of those sick games and didn't answer him.

This only aggrevated him further and then he softened his tone as if rethinking and said, "Please just talk."

I sat there in that really fancy chair being treated like a real person when I made my decision.

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Heys gusy sorry again about the late upload, I don't know what happened there but thanks for your support with this story it means a lot.

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