A chuckle escaped Bella's lips as she watched the fleeting figure of Sarah.
Duncan hissed. "How welcoming of you dear mother."
Bella patted Duncan's shoulder. "You are standing before the best mother in the world son."
Duncan's stomach grumbled. "I think it is time we feed our stomachs."
"Good point."
With that said Bella escorted Duncan into the house and closed the door. She then proceeded deeper into the house ignoring the once grand staircase while using the smell of burnt food as her guide across the house. Bella used her right hand to drag Duncan while her left hand carried the basket she received from Sarah.
A thought flashed in Duncan's mind.
I wonder how Luna will receive these two.
Duncan shook his head to get rid of the painful thought.
The path that the two walked took them to a large wooden double door. Bella put down the basket and freed her hold on Duncan's hand. She then pushed the handles of the wooden double door with all strength she could spare.
The door squeaked as it opened. The sight that was presented to Bella's eyes was inviting. In front of them was a room with a long rectangular table situated at its center. Two pairs of chairs occupied both the left and right side of the table. Situated at the head of the table was a wooden chair crafted by artistic hand and thus surpassing possessing a marvel that no chairs situated at the table possessed.
Behind the marvelous chair was a large window whose curtains were opened and thus letting sunlight bless the room with its shine. Unlike other parts of the house, the room that was before the duo was well kept and clean beyond comparison.
The walls of the room were enriched with paintings with unlit oil lamps fixed on their surfaces. At the right end of the room was an entrance and behind that door was the origin of the burning smell.
Bella picked up the basket and grasped Duncan's hand as she walked into the room. She then unceremoniously tossed the basket on the long table and walked towards the head of the table with Duncan in hand.She then guided Duncan to occupy the first chair on the right side of the table of which he obliged. Duncan rested the dirty bag on the floor and the wooden stick against the table.
She took a seat at the head of the table. "How comfy."
Duncan breathed in heavily and rubbed his index finger on the table's surface. "And very clean."
Bella nodded her head. "Looks like Oldie has been doing a great job at ensuring this part of the house is well kept for whatever reason."
Bella then turned towards the door situated at the end of the room. "What is taking him so long?"
As if being summoned, the door at the end the room and with it was a faint wave of smoke.
"Damn it. If I was a second later, we would probably be eating ash." The figure of Old Prophet came into view. His current appearance resembled that of a person who just escaped from a fire outburst. His gray pajamas had adapted a darker color.
Old Prophet was carrying a tray with his two hands. The tray consisted of three bowls of porridge and three plates of overcooked eggs.
When Old Prophet's eyes landed on the duo he froze, he then ignored Duncan and mechanically turned his neck to face settled Bella.
Old Prophet's breath became rugged.
Duncan asked in worry. "Are you alright?"
"Isn't it obvious that I am not?" Old Prophet gritted his teeth. "Who would be if they found someone sitting on their favorite chair?"
Old Prophet placed the tray on the table with shaky hands.
"Be gone! Free my chair from your filthy presence." Old Prophet glared at Bella.
At some point Bella had changed her sitting posture and right now one of legs hanged over the chair's armrest while she used her pinky to pickle her ear.
"You are being too loud Oldie."
Duncan shook his head
It seems that they cannot peaceful co-exist with each other.
"I think it is best we put our differences aside and enjoy the breakfast." Duncan intervened.
Old Prophet grumbled and took a seat on the first chair occupying the left side of the table.
Bella shrugged and assumed a more welcoming sitting posture.
Old Prophet served the breakfast to everyone and quietly started to eat his share.
Bella threw a glance at Duncan. "Do you require some help?"
"I can manage." Duncan replied.
With that said, Duncan used one his hand to find the spoon and the other to locate the bowl of porridge. He then took his first seep and let his tongue explore its taste.
Duncan voiced out. "Other people may say that the porridge you made is not bad but to me a person who had to feast on garbage food for years, I will proudly say that this is probably one of the best meals I ever had if not the best."
Old Prophet smiled. "Oh, you are getting sentimental little one. The praise is much appreciated."
Bella added. "I will say the opposite for the eggs."
Old Prophet grumbled. "No one asked for your opinion."
Duncan blinked a couple of times. "But you said earlier that you would not mind eating burnt food."
Bella corrected. "The past me said that but right now you are talking to the present me. There is a difference there Danny, you just have not noticed."
"But it is still you. How can there be a difference between you and you? As if that makes any sense." Duncan rebuked.
"She most probably got a warped skull that is causing her to spout nonsense." Old Prophet sighed.
Duncan coughed as the earlier exchange between Bella and Sarah surfaced in his mind.
Do these two imbeciles have a thing for skull?
He hoped not or else he will have to safeguard his own skull.