Nodding, Sebastian met the kiss, allowing the brief contact to calm his nerves a bit. Blaine was right; they were about to find out anyway. No reason to remove their rings. Sebastian hadn’t removed it since Blaine gave it to him anyway.
Allowing Blaine to lead the apparation, Sebastian moved in closer to him, his eyes closing briefly until he felt them land. He opened them again, somewhat stunned at the sight in front of him. This place was huge! Huge and intimidating! Feeling his stomach start to sink, Sebastian squeezed Blaine’s hand once as a house elf greeted them and allowed their hands to drop. As much as he wanted to hold Blaine’s hand, he knew that it would be best if their PDA level was as low as possible. He forced a smile and followed them into the mansion, stomach flipping.
His eyes could barely take in the large halls as they headed towards the study. He had never been in a house like this before. And it didn’t seem that appealing, in his opinion. Too much space. Too cold. He could see why Blaine didn’t like it here. They reached the study, and Sebastian paused, unsure of where to sit. But as Blaine indicated the seat next to him, he gave a small smile and sat down, being careful to leave several inches between them. And now they wait.
Cynthia was, as always, ready before her husband. She had already chosen the perfect outfit for optimal comfort and sex appeal the night before, and was now sitting on the bed, waiting for the house elf to fetch her emerald heels.
She regarded her husband in vague amusement as he fussed with his cuff-links. That particular pair had been a gift from when she and the Minister had went to Romania for the month, to oversee a summit over the trade of Dragon Eggs. He seemed to like them well enough, though not as much as he had liked the lacy number she had worn the night of her return.
“Darling, if you need assistance, you need only ask. We’re wasting time.”
“I have the situation handled,” came the calm reply. “They know we will be arriving at some point. It’s an informal visit; we are not expected to adhere to strict punctuality.”
A smirk stretched over her ruby lips. “An excellent point, darling.” She walked over to her husband, her stockings barely slipping on the wooden flooring. She helped him fasten his cufflinks.
“Mistress? Mina has shoes for you. And Master Blaine and his Blaine-friend is in the study,” said the small elf with the cloying voice.
“That will be all Mina. Leave the shoes and go back to your chores.” Cynthia flicked her hair back and adorned the heels. She admired them in the floor length mirror, smiling at the reflection.
Her husband wrapped an arm around her waist. “Perfection.”
They walked together down to the study to greet their son. Cynthia had already briefed her husband on the details of Blaine’s past visit, and the previous encounters she had had with the lover. They were prepared for whatever this visit would entail.
It was Cynthia who entered the room first.
“Blaine, dear, welcome home… And Mr Smythe. Welcome to the Manor. I believe this is your first visit to the family home,” she said, voice sweet and syrupy. “Would you like refreshments?”