"Mr. Alphonse, you always mao make me ugh with your witticisms," excims Amelie as she turns the omelet in the frying pan.

  "I love being witty enough to listen to that melodious ughter that touches my heart and gives it more life a for life," says Alphonse as he sits in the dining room sipping a cup of tea in a very cssy way.

  Alphonse never disappoints, he was the one who helped me to mahe art of sedu towards a woman, when I was in the academy, we always kept in toud he advised me on what to do with the girl I liked in order to quer her.

  "My beautiful dy, I would like to keep talking to you about other things but apparently we have a little visitor now." -Alphonse says as he opens the door that was in front of me leaving me uncovered in this pathetic outfit before the two of them.

  "Good m my lord, it is a pleasure to have you here, your breakfast is almost ready, so please take a seat"- Amélia expresses in a cheerful and polite way. amelia

  "Thank you very much, Mrs. Amelia. As usual, you look splendidly beautiful."

  As she says those words she turns her gaze to Alphonse in a quick, quizzical way, her eyes watering and a joy-filled smile on her fabsp;

  "Thank you very much it is quite an honor, my lord."

  Alphonse looks at me and nods his head while smiling as he approaches me.

  "Keep it up my lord and they will all fall at your feet."- she whispers in my ear, and moments ter she heads to the kit and winks at me.

  Now that I really think about it as a child I had almost no approach with any persoernal to Alphonse and Prik, I usually used to ignore or simply despise the servants for different things, especially Amelia who although she was always a very cheerful woman, I was not ied in the slightest tact with her, to tell the truth, I sidered her as an inferior being because even being the daughter of wizards and having magical blood, she did not possess any magical power.

  They are the stra cases in the magical world, this type of people are called Squib, there are few cases of Squib known, one of them or the best knoened in 1858, Angus Buan who despite being the son of magical parents, never received a letter of acceptance from Hogwarts, but without knowing how he mao get to the S Hat before being exposed as a squib.

  Stories tell that in sheer desperation after gainirao Hogwarts, he threw himself in front of a girl whose name had been called and the Hat ced on his head. The horror of the moment whe kindly annouhat the boy beh it was a kied fellow, but not a wizard, will never be fotten by those who wit. Angus took off his hat and walked out of the room with tears streaming down his face. This had never happened before and never happened again sihe fact that Angus was a squib caused him to bee estranged from his family.

  "Let me set the table"- Alphonse says as he takes the dishes from the top kit drawer.

  "As chivalrous and special as always Mr. Alphonse, I see where you learhose chivalrous gifts my lord."- Amélia says with a flirtatious smile to Alphonse.

  "No doubt I lear from the best."

  Alphourns to Amelia and whispers something in her ear, which makes them both turn their gaze to me.

  "My lord you have been... different all m, look me in the eyes and tell me what's wrong?"- Alphonse es bae and puts his hand on my shoulder.

  "I'm just happy they're with me after everything that happened"-I say as my eyes tear up a little.

  "It's okay, go get Prik, he must be hungry too, he's been w really hard."

  I nod my head ao the backyard, more specifically to the garden, where my mother spent hours and hours watering her flowers aables, as a child I loved to see how her face glowed with pead tranquility being in this pbsp;

  Or at least it was like that before, sihe day everything ged I did not return to that pce, until sometime ter when Alphonse asked me to apany him, I was still afraid that I could not be there without her caressing my head and singing songs that reflected the great love that she had.

  It was a stage of her that very few knew... that day I thought that everything would be lost, withered, rotten, I thought that I would only see death around me of what my mother cared for the most, and that would break my soul, even though I was only a child.

  Alphoook my hand and without saying a word began to lead me towards that pce, I felt my hands sweating and I anig, so much so that my breathing started to go faster and my vision was getting a little blurry.

  But something ged that... her voice, her singing, was still heard ihe pce, my eyes filled with tears non-stop, my heart was shattered because for a moment I thought she was there... I thought I would see her there again and it shattered even more to realize that it wasn't so.

  As I looked at Alphonse his eyes were tearing up too, a part of me told me that she really wasn't ing back, but both he and I felt at that moment that maybe for an instant we had faith in that.

  As I ehe orchard my eyes lit up again and my mind was calm again. Among the flowers and pnts that still retaihat beautiful color that overflowed so much life, I mao appreciate some pointed ears, a being of short stature that teleports from one pce to another with a pnt waterer, this being rik, mother's house elf.

  Prik was quite shy, he has been with us since I remember but he always avoided tact with a my mother, only until the day of his death that while I cried for hours in my room he appeared in front of me, and without saying anythiood up on the bed, looked at my red and tired eyes fr, with his finger he wiped one of my tears, without notig I had stopped g and he approached me and hugged me, after that, I slept and I thought it had been a dream.

  But then I saw him again in the garden some time ter, taking care of the pnts that my mother used to protect, the song came from a special pnt that copies people's voices, and although I thought for a moment that he was going to run away, he looked at me and tinued watering the pnts quietly.

  Sihat day I started to go more often to the orchard and Prik started to get closer to the point that he would sit o me and just listen to the pnt sing, with time Prik became my fidant, I would tell him my problems and he would even help me with some adveside of Beauxbatons Magic Academy.

  "Hey Prik, how long have you been here?"- I say as I push aside a few leaves from the rger pnts in an orchard.

  "My-my lord...is it ho-time?" speaks Prik timidly as he points to the letter in my sabsp;

  "That's right Prik, the letter arrived today, what do you say, do you want to apany me shopping?"- I tell him while I take the letter out of the bag to show it.

  "No! It would not be pru-prudent my lord, a filthy man like me would bring a bad reputation to the ca-casa, if he is seen by your side"- Prik slowly moves away while rubbing his hands due to the ahat the thought of that situation must provoke.

  "Easy Prik, just kidding, do you think the hydrangeas are for the season?"- I ask as I walk around the orchard a little at a time.

  "For sure my lord, I assure you they will be the best, just as the dy liked them"- says Prik while followih quick steps behind me.

  "I'm sure Prik, my mother would be very happy to see how you have this pce, you are amazing."

  "...I only follow the guidelines left by the dy my lord, I would not dare to carry a merit of which I am not worthy"- expins Prik while making a kind of hard paste diary appear with a Gardenia in its ter.

  "You always do the same thing Prik, you avoid any pliments, even though my mother decided to trust you from the first day you came to her."

  Prik is silent and teleports he Gardenias, one of the most difficult pnts to care for, my mother's favorite. That meant that our talk was over, as always so fruitful.

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