Merope nodded slightly. She might be braver on the journals with her speech but when it came to actual human interaction, Merope retreated back into her shell. The witch walked over and took a seat down where Arianna had offered her. Her next question took Meri off guard as she made a few little noises and a mumble. What did Merope like in her tea? Of course she knew how to make it as she served her family daily with it and she was lucky to have hot water with lemon in it, but actual tea?
“I-I-I don’t know.” She finally said being honest and started to play with the ends of her dress. Her eyes darted over to the door, half wondering if her father would come barging in. A fear that would never die away but she had to remember he was in Azkaban and he couldn’t hurt her – even her brother couldn’t reach her. She might as well allow herself some luxuries. “Cream and sugar?” Remembering that one of her father’s guest requested it and cream was hard to come by because they were poor.