You and Arcturus were acquainted to each other for a few years by now—two years to be exact. Your marriage was rather different from other pureblooded marriages considering you and Arcturus loved each other. The two of you have been dating for a while before he had courted you.

Tonight, you and Arcturus were invited to a dinner by some pureblood family along with some other families. Arcturus had been sitting in front of you at the large, Grand table at the Abbott's manor. He spoke to the various nobles around him, including you, who spoke to the women around.

"Your attire is quite the eyecatcher, Carrow. Has your wife made it for you?" Arcturus spoke to the elder man before him, his voice was deep when he said his words. A faint smirk was visible on his lips, indicating his words was a clear insult. Your eyes shot to his, the look on your face itself scolded him. Arcturus' stormy grey eyes looked back at you with an amused glint in his eyes, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. Though his smirk faded when he winced a bit as he felt the heel of your shoe dig in the front of his freshly expensive shoe.