Since Mrs Weasley refused to accept her gift no matter what, Aisling could only put the dress away for now and wait for another chance to give it to Mrs Weasley.
While Mrs Weasley went off to attend to something else, Roy leaned down close to Aisling's ear and quietly asked when she had prepared the gift.
"Obviously when you went back to the orphanage to get your things. I made a call and had Wolf send it over."
"I hate rich people."
Damn it, having servants on call twenty-four hours a day really was something else. Fortunately, Mrs Weasley had not accepted Aisling's gift, or Roy would have been truly embarrassed.
"Your gift is too expensive. I'm not trying to criticize you, but you Slytherins are way too snobbish. Not everyone likes being beaten to death with money. The key to giving gifts is that it's the thought that counts, understand?"
Roy lowered his voice and chatted quietly with Aisling, who was sitting beside him.
Aisling held her knife and fork with perfect elegance, sitting ramrod straight at the dining table as though she were in class. Hearing Roy's big talk, she rolled her eyes at him and replied softly.
"Really? Then why don't you give one?"
"How have I not? You even secretly learned my drone technology. Wasn't it thanks to my great generosity at Christmas that everyone got a Little Hive Drone?"
"Hmph, it's just a toy. The healing potions I gave you were much more useful, all right? Without them, you would've died in that train station in America long ago."
"Who gives healing potions as gifts? Are you wishing they'd get hurt sooner? Next holiday, I'll pretend to be you and give Snape a pile of inferior healing potions. Then just wait for Snape to