"It's not a big deal; it's just a skin abrasion and a bit of muscle soreness. After drinking this potion you will be as good as new," Mr. Foley reassured, looking at his son lying on the bed. He took out a bottle of green potion and handed it over after checking the state of his son.
Braun pulled the stopper, allowing the potion to flow into his mouth without any hesitation. As the potion entered his body, Braun felt the area of pain gradually becoming numb and then starting to feel itchy, a sign that the wound was starting to heal. However, this realization was short-lived as hiccups began to escape his mouth, followed by burps that emitted bubbles.
The Foleys and the older Maynes were used to this sight as they are not strangers to potions and magic. However little Pauline was dumbstruck with the sight in front of her eyes.
"Is Cousin Braun going to be all right?" Pauline asked with concern, but she was more excited witnessing this magical scene.
"He will be fine, it's just a hiccup potion. Just drink it for any physical injuries and it specializes in the treatment of various external traumatic injuries," Abel explained with a nonchalant expression. He had been a bit panicked when he saw his nephew injured earlier, but now he felt reassured, knowing his eldest brother was a wizard capable of brewing potions.
"Dad, did this potion also make the panda eyes on your face disappear? How amazing!" Pauline exclaimed.
Abel, a bit smug, replied, "Of course! Otherwise, Daddy's panda..." He caught himself, realizing he was about to reveal something embarrassing. "Ahem! Don't ask too much about adult talks, you are too young to know about potions and magic, child."
Despite her father's reprimand, Pauline was unfazed. She whispered, "Humph! Always talking big about things and not willing to answer me. I know you were probably hiding in the house somewhere and drinking the potion to cure your panda eyes, afraid that Cousin Braun and I will laugh at you when we see you spitting bubbles."
Abel chose to ignore her comment and changed the topic. "Braun! It's not your fault. Since you fell, if it weren't for..."
Braun, lying on the bed, was feeling a bit bored, and when he heard his uncle's words, he was visibly confused. Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
"It's not Braun's fault," Pauline intervened. She explained how Braun had saved Hermione, Uncle Granger's daughter, from being hit by a car due to her running a red light. "But that girl suddenly became magically active and turned violent..."
"Magic outburst," Abel reminded, correcting his Daughter.
"Okay, Magic outburst, and then she bounced Cousin Braun to the streetlight."
"Is it true? Son?" Mr. Foley turned to his son.
Braun nodded helplessly, and looked at the excited Pauline, finding the situation not in favour to hide anything, confirmed, "Yes, I knew i was alright. I was afraid Hermione would be scolded by her dad, even more that he might end up getting scared, so I made it up that i had slipped and fell. But Uncle Abel, Hermione's father really didn't know about it. When he heard I had fallen, he offered to send me back."
Abel nodded understandingly, saying, "I see." However, Mr. Foley seemed interested and patted his son on the shoulder.
"Worthy of my son! At a young age, You knew how to be a hero that saves the beauty! You have the same demeanor as your father! I dare say that little witch must have fallen head over heels in love with you after witnessing how you saved her!"
Mr. Foley chuckled immodestly and began sharing various hero-saving-beauty stories from his youth.
"Is that so? So you had a lot of girlfriends when you were younger?" someone asked curiously.
"Of course... I..." Mr. Foley began to respond without thinking, but halfway through, he sensed mortal danger. Something was wrong. He could see that Pauline's lips did not move. So who was it that asked the question? The more he thought about the voice, the more familiar it sounded. Turning his head, he saw his wife standing behind him with a smile, her beautiful face clouded.
"Honey! you have to listen to me! let me explain... In fact, I was just bragging. I was lying! its not true, really, I've only had one girlfriend in all my life, and I've always loved you deeply."
Mrs. Foley ignored him and sneered, "Is that so? Didn't you say you had a lot of girlfriends? Aren't you a hero that saves all the beauties? Albert, I don't think you need to explain anything."
Mr. Foley looked to his brother for help, but Abel, holding back his laughter, pretended to be serious. "I don't know, maybe you talked about your girlfriends and didn't tell me. I remember that girl from the Parkinsons seemed to like you very much?"
"Yes I knew something was fishy, Albert! No wonder you were looking for the Parkinsons kid for Braun! It turns out that your old lover is there!"
"Stop making imaginary connections! Stop it! Millie! I am innocent! Abel you wronged me! I didn't do it!"
Watching his brother losing his cool and begging his wife, Abel laughed and said, "No, sister-in-law, I'm just joking. The girl in the Parkinson family was round like a ball. I'm sure my brother wouldn't like her."
"Really?" Mrs. Foley still seemed a little unconvinced. This time, Abel decided not to tease further, speaking seriously, "Of course, you still don't know my brother? Where would he dare to find a girlfriend? He couldn't even talk to a girl. Honestly, not only me, but even my dad always thought he would die alone. I didn't expect him to meet you. I mean, thanks to meeting you... Anyway, this is my brother's greatest luck."
"That's right, that's right. Abel is right; I blushed even when talking to girls," Mr. Foley hastily responded. Although the matter was clarified, Mrs. Foley still wore a slightly dark expression. Did she pick up something that no one else wanted? Finally understanding the reason her father-in-law had laughed so happily at their wedding, she thought, "Did i really pick up the trash that no other girl wanted and was happy for it? Was that old man laughing at how stupid i was?"