"AMELE." OPHIUCHUS GREETED, looking at the familiar person.
He got up and walked towards her, gently grabbing her soft hand, and placing a kiss on her knuckles.
Silas felt bitter seeing her.
While Ophelia had an unknown feeling. She didn't like it at all.
"Oh how you, flatter me." She smiled.
Amelie, despite being the same age as Ophiuchus, is beautiful, and could tell she shall only grow more beautiful as time passes.
"Is she a veela?" Asked a student.
"A quarter veela." Ophiuchus answered, never taking his attention off the screen. Off of her.
A pale and translucent complexion, that is the opposite of her long and dark locks, that complements her well, with matching dark obsidian eyes, and long dark lashes. She had soft yet angular features, soft lips, and charming smile, showing off her perfectly straight and pearly white teeth.
"Why I do feel self-conscious suddenly?" Someone asked out loud.
"Don't worry, she has that effect on people." Daphne said, remembering when she first met Amelie.
They took a seat.
Amelie sitting across from him.
"I already ordered for us. The usual as always." Ophiuchus told her.
"Usual? Always?"
"Mhm, we go there together quite often." Ophiuchus told them.
"Yeah, since you own it." Theo pointed out.
"What doesn't he own at this point?" Blaise asked, rhetorically.
"How is, Ilvermorny?" He asked.
"Ilvermorny?" They questioned. They have noticed how Ophiuchus has people in different countries.
"Perfect, especially since I'm away from him." Amelie replied.
"Right your father." Ophiuchus hummed.
"Daddy issues?"
"Its always daddy issues."
"How is he by the way?" Amelie said, taking a drink from the cold iced glass of water infront of her.
"Same as always. A biased prick." He answered her, before his gaze fell onto the diamond ring her wore.
"Diamond ring...?"
"Is the ring to your liking?" He asked.
Soon the waiter came with their dishes.
"Holy shit-" They stared at the dishes.
Canard Apicius. Based on the dish beloved by a famous Roman Gourmet called Marcus Gavius Apicius, this dish is a duck meat dish caramelized with honey. That is loaded this dish with dozens of different spices that made the judges melt just from aroma alone. A single bite sent a barrage of various flavors.
"I'm hungry."
Then Lièvre À La Royale. This dish comprises of 5 parts, Lièvre Ensemble, Rabbit Blood & Chocolate Sauce, Royale Custard, Chestnut Confit and a Fig-Apple Purée Sauce. When all five parts of this dish are eaten together it performs a perfect symphony of flavors each one elevating the other.
"Are you trying to make me more hungry?"
Along with Cluster Bomb Cake. made using several weaponry-style cooking methods. Using her Chainsaw Cutting Knife, a sledgehammer, and an oven rigged with explosive intent. The cake's namesake comes from the chocolate that was infused with almonds and mint, hidden in the pastry of the cake, which gives a crackling effect of sweetness on the diner's tongue.
"That seems delicious." Remus commented.
Soufflé Léger de Grâce. A dish that combines the fluffiness of a soufflé with the red bean paste centre of a dorayaki.
"What the fuck is a dorayaki?" Someone asked.
"A Japanese desert."
Lastly Purée Soup. By using four different types of green tea which are gyokuro, fukamushi sencha, genmaicha and sencha and each of them are boiled in individual temperatures. cooked in separate ways with different ingredients, turned into purées, combined into one singular dish in the end.
"Just how fucking expensive is your taste?!"
"Very." Ophiuchus answered.
"It is beautiful." Amelie said as she took a bit out of the Canard Apicius. "I forget how many carats are in the diamond again?"
"I forgot as well but If I recall correctly, should be a few hundred carats." Ophiuchus hummed thoughtfully as he cut a piece off the Lièvre À La Royale.
"Ofcourse he'd forget something like that." Silas had commented.
"What do you expect?" Daphne asked.
"You are my fiancé, after all. Only the best for the next, Lady Lestrange."
Silence, the entire hall was shocked.
Expect for Ophiuchus, Silas, Elias, Draconian, Daphne, Theo and Blaise who knew.
"FIANCÉ?!" They exclaimed.
"No, what will happen to Eveningmoon?!" The shippers cried out, while the future looked confused on what that is.
The Black's and Lestrange's were just too stunned at the moment to speak up at all.
While Ophelia's mind was ruining miles per second at the moment.
There was no love in his voice, only just obligation and responsibility.
"What doe that mean?"
During the 3 months he disappeared from Silas, Elias, and Narcissus he had been given an alert from Gringotts, about a contract.
A marriage contract between the House of Lestrange and House of Prince.
Severus's eyes widen.
This contract was meant for Ophiuchus's grandfather, and Amelie's grandmother.
Yet Amelie's grandmother, Eileen Prince had run off and eloped with a muggle.
Severus bite the inside of his cheek, as he puts the pieces together on Amelie's heritage.
The Lestrange's furious made a new contract stating that, Eileen's bastard child was to marry, the child of Ophiuchus's grandparents.
Yet Eileen had a son, while Ophiuchus's grandfather had sons as well, Ophiuchus's father and uncle, Rodolphus and Rabastan.
"Who is the son?" Rodolphus questioned.
"Severus Tobias Snape." Ophiuchus answered.
Many simultaneously tuned to Severus whom was trying to avoid everyone's looks.
The contract changed again.
Saying that when the times comes that if Eileen's grandchild was a male, and either Rodolphus and Rabastan, hand a daughter, or vice versa, Rodolphus and Rabastan had a male or Eileen's grandchild was a female, they would marry.
"That means Amelie is your daughter..." Lily said looking at Severus.
"Impossible! They look nothing alike!" Sirius yelled.
"The veela blood in her is why." Ophiuchus spoke.
Before marriage Eileen's grandchild was to go through a blood adoption to make them a pureblood once again, and claim the House of Prince, before they are to marry.
When Ophiuchus found out he was ticked off. He swore to never marry any other after she died, yet in the contract there was something else, and he couldn't refuse.
"Who is she?" Ophelia questioned but got no response out of it.
If Ophiuchus and Amelie, do not marry and conceive an heir or heiress, by the age of 22, their magic will be bounded, and will be stripped of their titles, inheritance, and so and so forth, basically everything they will be stripped from them.
Many looked in disbelief at that contract.
He spent sleepless weeks trying to find a way out of the contact but he couldn't.
Seems as if he grandparents were hellbent on this, making sure there were absolutely no loopholes to escape, expect the only way it becomes void if the person is either disowned, dead, or has a soulmate, which is rare but not impossible.
Without any other option Ophiuchus went and tracked down his future wife, to kill her, yet when he found her things changed.
"Are you serious?! You'd kill her just because you don't want to marry her?!" Severus exclaimed.
Ophiuchus looked at him before laughing.
"Oh please. Don't act like you care about her." Ophiuchus told him.
Whom was in America, living with her grandparents on her mother's side, her mother died of childbirth, and her father walked out on her.
Hearing this Severus froze.
While the hall shot him looks.
When he found out whom she was he was fairly pleased, she was useful.
Amelie Capella Sayer, now Sayer-Prince.
"Sayer? Why does that seem familiar?" Arcturus said thoughtfully.
"You'll understand soon enough." Ophiuchus answered.
She was a Sayer, a family that is descendent from Salazar Slytherin, and Isolt Sayre, founder of Ilvermorny.
Many looked in shock, now understanding.
William Sayre and his wife Rionach Sayre were the parents of Isolt Sayre. They resided at Ilvermorny Cottage in Ireland. They died in a house fire in the early 17th century. Their daughter was saved, and she later moved to America, where she founded the school.
She married a Muggle, James Steward.
Purebloods sneered at this.
They and their adoptive sons, Chadwick and Webster Boot founded Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She died at the age of 100, and has a statue at Ilvermorny castle.
Yet before her death she had another child with another whom was a pureblood wizard visiting America. That pureblood child, continued the Sayer line.
The purebloods hummed no longer sneering.
The Sayer's are a secretive family, and many continue to forget they are descendent of Salazar Slytherin, most but few do remember.
The Sayer's are purest as can be, just with a bit of veela blood here and there, yet nevertheless they very pure.
"Did they inbreed like their relatives the Gaunts?"
"No, they didn't inbreed. Instead they married other purebloods, and veelas." Ophiuchus answered.
Amelie herself is a quarter veela, from her grandmother's side.
He saw alot of potential in her.
When he found her he told her, and her grandparents about the contract.
Thus he spent the next 3 months before Hogwarts with the Sayer's getting to know his future wife and her grandparents.
"Without a single letter." Elias muttered bitterly.
"I apologize didn't I?" Ophiuchus raised a brow.
"Whatever, atleast tell us something." She glared.
"Fine."
Both of them held no feeling for each other. They both made that very clear. He told her about her plans, and she had agreed to help him.
Just like Narcissus, Silas, and Elias, whom were gathering power in Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, and parts of Europe.
Amelie would be gathering power at Ilvermorny and America.
"You really are taking after your mentor." Dumbledore spoke up for the first time in so long, getting himself many glares.
"Oh fuck off." Ophiuchus and Ophelia said at once, before glaring at each other, and turning back to the screen.
Speaking of Narcissus, Silas, and Elias, he hasn't told them yet. He is planning to during Yule Break this year. Along with Daphne, Theo, and Blaise.
"You should have seen the way he told us." Theo laughed remembering.
"Ophiuchus is so blunt." Daphne added.
As well as his personal alchemist, potioneer, and herbologist. As she is very talented in potions, alchemy, herbology and ofcourse parselmagic.
"Does she make poison for you to use?" Someone said jokingly.
"Yes she does." Ophiuchus answered seriously.
"Oh, well damn..."
They also came to an agreement.
They both were allowed to see other people till they are 17, because once they become adults in the wizarding world, they would announce their engagement, get married in a few months, and then they have an heir or heiress, and raise them together, despite not loving each other.
"So you can fuck around with others, but once your both 17, you can't any more?"
"More or less, yes." Ophiuchus said.
Simple enough.
"Nothing is ever simple with you." Silas said.
"How your project going?" He asked.
"Splendidly. The project will be ready by summer." She hummed.
"What project?"
Ophiuchus and his group all shared looks that went unnoticed by everyone else, expect for Ophelia and her group.
"Nothing import." Elias answered for them.
Both of them had a matching look on their faces, a sinister smirk.
"You both are scary." Blaise said.
"We aren't." Ophiuchus spoke up.
"Hippogriff shit." His group said at once.
"A toast to us." Ophiuchus raised a glass.
Amelie raised her to his, the with an elegant sound of their glasses touching.
"To us, Beloved."
Then a note fell from the sky, falling into McGonagall's hands yet again.
ᴀᴍᴇʟɪᴇ ᴄᴀᴘᴇʟʟᴀ sᴀʏᴇʀ-ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ
She announced.
A white light filled the room. Once it disappeared there revealed a beautiful young women.
Sharp angular features, long slightly messy black hair. She wore a princess seams, off the shoulder black dress, that stopped mid thigh, black stilettos, jewelry and the ring they saw earlier on screen, and Slytherin's locket.
By her side is a Louis Vuitton bag.
The dress wrapped around her body fittingly. Showing off her curved hour glass figure.
She wore seemingly no makeup, besides winged eye liner, mascara, and dark red lipstick that was just slightly smudged.
That is the same shade of lipstick that Ophiuchus was covered in when they first arrived.
"What the fuck...? What am I doing here? Wasn't I just in the hotel room with-" She said looking around and stopped as her gazed landed on Ophiuchus.
"Explanation, Beloved."