It was truth that Elizabeth was pretty cold and uninterested in society (she’s not very friendly person). But there’s one other side of Elizabeth, the one no one knows about. She is a mother of two beautiful girls and she loved them more than anything. Her mother instinct is there all the time (even though her girls are far away from here, she is still mother). So it can be said that she’s a bit weak when it comes to kids. Not just her kids but globally speaking kids. That she considers her biggest weakness. However, she’s keeping that problem for herself.
This morning she realized that she’ll need to blackmail Caiden. It wasn't her first time, blackmailing someone. It wasn't her first time blackmailing Caiden too. She done that before, but unsuccessfully (she wasn't really trying to blackmail him, the truth is she was just bored. And Lord, he’s just a boy!).
Even thought she was weak on kids, she loved them secretly, she considered Caiden very flexible and intelligent (but not as good as she is of course), she was pretty happy when she received her daily post. Her little birds were doing excellent job these past days that she could feel victory in the air. Soon, it will all be over. Soon, she’ll be able to destroy everyone who tried to hurt her and her family. With little help from her aunts and little luck, and this blackmail and some few more things, she’ll finally be herself again.
Caiden looked uninterested as usual, but mentioning his wife made him become more careful. Or so Elizabeth thought. Soon she’ll known more about that relationship and more about his muggle born wife – poor thing, she could totally understood why he killed her. But for now, she had enough proves to finally blackmail him, like she would blackmail some of hers enemies. Again, poor thing. She smiled as he literally choked. There we go, the show has begun.
“You know kid, one day I may start liking that nickname.” She smiled warmly, like they are best friend in the world, or better yet, like he’s her younger brother or so. “This day is so beautiful, it couldn't be better!” She took another sip, thinking about her strategy. Elizabeth loves games, very much. So now, she’ll play one. She wont tell him anything, yet. At least not directly. Well she will, but it will be more like informal chatting. Something they usually do.
“You’re seventh year, right? And your muggy wifey? She’s on Hogs too I assumed. Oh, please don’t tell me she’s older than you!” she looked him through narrow eyes, smirking.