There was nothing like a small tea party to distract Hermione from her thoughts. More like worries these days: Rufina’s marriage, Beckett’s lack of a marriage, Beckett’s injury, Flora’s taste in pets. What she needed was some good company, enjoyable conversation, and some delightful sweets.
The new Mrs. Lestrange, although Hermione had known her since she was a child and was more apt to think of her as Ellory, was seated beside her as the discussion of fruit tartelettes came about. Hermione had always had a fondness for sweet things, but particularly fruited sweets. The cook had done an excellent job on these tartelettes. Beside her Mrs. Lestrange seemed to have a different opinion.
“Are you alright dear?” Hermione asked with quiet concern.
The new Mrs. Lestrange, although Hermione had known her since she was a child and was more apt to think of her as Ellory, was seated beside her as the discussion of fruit tartelettes came about. Hermione had always had a fondness for sweet things, but particularly fruited sweets. The cook had done an excellent job on these tartelettes. Beside her Mrs. Lestrange seemed to have a different opinion.
“Are you alright dear?” Hermione asked with quiet concern.