Chapter 176 Contrast and Fairness
Della's dormitory was actually quite lively that night, with everyone gathered in the common area with coffee tables and sofas.
The Muggle restaurant with delicious cakes recommended by Belinda was not easy to make reservations, so when she heard that Della would bring back the cake from that restaurant, Belinda returned to the dormitory early to eat her favorite cake as soon as possible.
Kwasi and Nella, who were out "working", also came back tonight, bringing back the five items that Della wanted.
"Oh! Great! You brought my favorite Napoleon!" Belinda shouted in surprise after opening the cake box, and immediately went to get the plate and fork.
At this time, Nella and Quasi came over. Their aprons and tea towels were a little wrinkled, and they looked dusty, but they looked much more energetic than in the past few days. Nella jumped twice unconsciously when she walked, and it was obvious that she was in a good mood.
They brought back a quill, a bottle of ink, a silk scarf, a seed, and an opal ring.
Sitting on the sofa, Delado took a look at the rather luxurious ring on the small coffee table and immediately decided that it was a fake. Ten Galleons could not buy the real thing.
"We spent 8 Galleons, 16 Sickles, and, and 20 Knuts!" Nayla recited, and then explained the things they brought back one by one, "Quill pens and ink, many people buy them every day!"
They did observe carefully, but these two items are actually daily consumables.
"A silk scarf with beautiful lilies on it!"
This is probably Nella's personal preference.
"Seeds and rings, um, Quasi, you say!" Nella pushed Quasi, and Della, who had been silently evaluating in her heart, looked over.
Before Quasi could reply, Belinda, who came over with the cutlery, saw the ring on the table and immediately raised her eyebrows, "Did anyone go to Tongte Lane?"
"Yes!" Nayla responded immediately, "The place where we buy things is called Tongte Lane!"
"That's a good deal," said Belinda, putting down her plate and picking up the ring to examine it. "You can sometimes find these toys and accessories for a few knuts. I used to go shopping there when I was in the lower grades."
"How many Knuts?!" Quasi couldn't help but yelled. He had no idea about money, but he knew there was a huge difference between Galleons and Knuts. "We spent eight Galleons to buy this..."
"Oh—" Belinda covered her mouth, and Della raised her eyebrows.
"I'm sorry, Dela," Quasi looked at Dela, his tennis-ball-sized eyes filled with moisture, and Nella behind him twisted her fingers sadly, "We screwed up..."
"How could that be? Remember why I asked you to help me visit Country F? It was for socializing, and now," Della took the fake ring from Belinda, put it on in front of the two house elves, and showed them twice, "You brought me back a topic. This will be a big topic of conversation."
"Really..." Kwasi and Nayla asked, blinking at the same time.
"That's so true," said Belinda, who was standing by, "Whenever we talk about this, Della will definitely become the central figure."
Although Quasi and Nella were still a little embarrassed, they were not sad at all. However, when they saw the seeds, Quasi stuttered again, "This, seeds, the stall owner said that it can grow butterflies... He sold it to us together with the ring for 8 Galleons."
House-elves are so gullible.
Della and Belinda thought the same thing at the same time, neither of them showed it at all. Della even encouraged Quasi to plant the seeds in the garden outside with a smile, and Belinda generously said that Quasi and Nella could come and see her real jewelry later, so that they would have some appreciation in the future.
After this series of attacks, Quasi and Nella were so moved that they burst into tears and ran outside to bury the seeds.
"This is the first time I've seen people treat a house-elf like this, Della." As soon as Quasi and Nella left, Belinda started chatting with Della while dividing the cake.
"Isn't it the same for you, Belinda?" Della, who didn't like wearing jewelry, took off the fake ring on her hand and reached out to take the cake handed to her by Belinda.
"I am a mixed-blood," Belinda looked at Della and blinked her amber eyes, "Treating them like slaves is challenging my cognition."
"Who knows if I'm a pureblood, a half-blood, or a punk?" Della shook her head nonchalantly at first, then she said "ah" softly, and said to Belinda in a tone of sudden enlightenment, "I'm probably a half-blood to begin with."
Otherwise how could she be the Dark Lord's daughter?
Belinda understood the second half of Della's words and started to giggle, her golden hair swaying back and forth. "I really admire you, Della."
"Well, I probably deserve it."
Della responded to Belinda's words in a deliberately dignified manner, and Belinda laughed even harder.
Although both of them claim to be the daughter of the Dark Lord, Della's attitude towards different people is very different.
Maggie, who had been silently watching the conversation between her roommates, laughed in her heart. She thought that those who wrote letters to Della might not be as important to her as the two house-elves just now.
There's nothing we can do about it. Some things cannot be fair. Besides, there has to be a difference between those who curry favor with the powerful and those who have a discerning eye for talent, right?
What kind of letter will Della write to Rochelle next?
Maggie had a rough idea in mind, but he planned to discuss it with Della tomorrow.
Emotional monster...
If the brief existence of these emotions made Della happy, then they could be tolerated for a while.
But the Malfoy family's letters will have to stay in the trash for the time being.
After all, Belinda and Della have no vested interests involved, while the Malfoy family wants a lot.
When she was with Childish before, Della never paid any attention to him just because he was a Malfoy child. There was no reason for her to be considerate of the Malfoy family's ambitions now.
How could there be such a cheap thing in the world?
You give, you get, that's Maggie's rule.