Mr. Turpin cleared his throat slightly, straightening his jacket as he glanced over at his wife, who showed no signs of taking notice to the insult. Instead, she ran her hand through long dark brown tresses, smoothing them out as she examined it for a moment. Then she returned to the food.
Marcos hopped off, taking up Lisa's hand as soon as Gabby got off her lap and followed them into the kitchen. House elves moved in to take the plates of the people at the table, making room for dessert.
"What's an African witch doctor?" One of the little girl's asked, looking at all the grown ups.
Mrs. Turpin, looking amused, shook her head lightly as she turned to look at her precious granddaughter. Allyson or Fleur could answer that.
"I will show you later, sweetie." Allyson said, seeing the little girl nod. Allyson always showed her things later! Turning her attention back to the adults, she smiled lightly. "How is business, Mr. Delacour?"