the_debt_of_time

After another much too long moment of silence, Dorea calmly asked, "Is this about
Sirius or Remus?"
Mia's eyes widened, and she felt her cheeks warm over. "What?"
"I said," Dorea spoke clearly, enunciating every word, "is this about your bond with
Sirius or your feelings for Remus?"
"How did you...? I never.. ."
"Tilly," Dorea said.
At the call of her name, the little house-elf popped into the library with a bright
smile on her face. "Does Mistress and young Miss need more tea?" she asked, staring at
the cups curiously.
Before either witch could answer, she snapped her fingers and a teapot appeared in
her small hands, and she began to refill the cups.
"Tilly, my daughter was just asking me how I knew about her bond with the young
Master Black and her affections for the young Master Lupin. Do join us for conversations,
dear," Dorea said to the elf. "Your opinions are quite strong on both matters, after all."
Tilly silently consented and took a seat across from Mia, a stern look on her face.
"Young Miss made a bond. Tilly sees it with her own eyes, yes, Tilly does. Young Miss used
Blood Magic. Bound herself to the House of Black," Tilly said clearly and then quietly
added, "Young Miss should have been bound to her own House."
"The Young Miss is already bound to House of Potter, Tilly," Dorea kindly scolded
the elf, gesturing to Mia's bracelet. "She wears our words upon her wrist."
Mia consciously covered the bracelet with her other hand, her heart race
accelerating at an alarming rate. "And Remus? How did you know about Remus?"
The little house-elf smirked, looking at Mia with an incredulous expression that
made her feel just a bit stupid. "Tilly has eyes."
"Thank you, Tilly," Dorea said, looking far too amused for the topic at hand. "As
always, I appreciate your discretion when it comes to the Masters of this House."
"Tilly does as Tilly does." The house-elf chuckled softly and then vanished with a
pop!
"Now, may I ask my daughter a few questions in regards to this bond that she has
apparently made with Blood Magic?" Dorea asked carefully. Her words almost sounded
like a threat or blackmail, but she showed no malice in her face or demeanour.