@ClevcrLioness "Enslavement?" Evelyn is a little confused, and it shows. "Do servants in your world not get paid?"
She can see how that might be some level of irritating. Evelyn can't imagine not paying her subordinates. Half the time it's all that keeps them loyal.
Wrapping her arms around the blushing witch, Evelyn grins.
"I can't imagine why anyone would choose a creature as a servant when they could employ the aid of pretty little things like you."
Evelyn is feeling particularly charming today.
The thought was merely written on Evelyn’s face. She’s incredibly perceptive you know.
“Oh,” Hermione flushes scarlet. “Yes in fact I was. I just…erm. Hello.” How..eloquent Hermione Jean.
Hermione answers Evelyn's thoughts far too frequently, but that's just one of the many crosses the inventor has to bear.
"Interesting", she remarks, amused at how easily the little witch settles onto her thighs. "But we can circle back to that. You were looking for me?"
Rolls her eyes, playfully of course.
“You got lucky, I was looking for you anyway.” She hums, padding over and setting herself in the inventors lap.
“Oh and a house elf is a magical creature. Purebloods use them as servants. A disgusting practice, truly.”
@KilgraveKara 'Fun for who?' is what Evelyn attempts to say, but it comes out sloppily with her jaw dropping open.
If she had a better sense of self preservation, Evelyn might turn and walk away with haste just now. Instead, her mouth open, her expression is curiosity edged in --
Frowning, Evelyn briefly considers asking what the hell a 'house elf' is.
"Oh can't I?" Her frown twists into the easy smile of a woman who generally gets what she wants. "Looks like it worked this time."
"A valid point. But give me a few years. I'll either find or create the technology to survive it."
Evelyn is either very clever or very arrogant. But it's likely she's both.
@BlackestCissy@ClevcrLioness --insist." Moving towards the limo, Evelyn nods to the driver, who'd stepped out to open the door, moving so that Hermione can slide in first, and her next, ensuring that the girl won't be within reach of the older witch.
Jesus--
@BlackestCissy@ClevcrLioness --upper arm a squeeze, Evelyn addresses Narcissa.
"It's no bother, we can just follow you." Putting Hermione in a position where she might need to be seated directly next to the woman who seems to draw her ire so severely just--
"Feel free to leave", Evelyn responds cheerily, "seeing as you -don't live here-." Nonetheless, she slides the bottle of expensive alcohol across the counter towards Helen.
"Help yourself. Misery loves company. And I have no plans to stop." She makes her point with another sip.
“Could grow a moral compass.” The super retorts, eyes rolling at the wink thrown her way.
“Guest implies, -I don’t live here-.” Helen corrects, scowling at the amber coloured liquid. “I’m serious, the last thing I need is to babysit a drunk mad scientist.”
@BlackestCissy@ClevcrLioness --is reaching the limits of her tolerance, no matter her to desire to create a sense of safety for her baby.
"I assume you came in yours?" Evelyn directs the question to Narcissa, and is stricken by the thought, the internal--