Elladora was quite sure that she would not forget it either. What Ursula had said was curious – even if she had inadvertently confirmed that there was an it in play, an admission that gave Ella no small amount of satisfaction – but still…curious. The Black bloodline was, naturally, immaculate. They had a tapestry to prove what happened to recalcitrant members after all, and centuries of history to support the boast that there were no bad apples allowed to inherit.
There were Blacks to be ashamed of, that was true enough – her own sister for one – but she and Phineas had come from the very finest, the very purest stock, of that she had no doubt. Ursula, child that she remained, was lashing out and desperately cleaving to any excuse that would exonerate her in whatever it was she had done this time.
“You are making a spectacle,” Elladora replied coolly, waving a dismissive hand in her sister-in-law’s direction. “Go home before you disgrace yourself. I won’t be joining you for dinner this evening,” her eyes flashed dangerously as she eyed Ursula from over her spectacles. “But the house-elves will be keeping a close eye on you to ensure you remain strong.”
fabulous set by Lady <3