Familiar obligations...or rather, the expectations imposed by those who are blood-related, can only be bittersweet. Nilsa knew this from personal experience. The Purcell family is one of noble birth, with no Muggle blood tainting the line of those who bear its name. Being Slytherin doesn't exactly help matters, either. Cunning runs through their blood, along with magic and an unrivaled ambition. While Nilsa may have some of these attributes...never, in her years of living...has she ever wanted to succumb to that family's whims. After all...she has her own desires, her own needs...her own ambitions. Doesn't that count for anything, in that ridiculous family? No...of course not. Such desires, such...rebelliousness, was unwanted, nothing but a nuisance in their eyes.<br/><br/>"I do like," Nilsa purred yet again, playing with the tips before her fingers were made to caress the girl's cheek...not that she had any complaints. Her skin was soft...almost silky to the touch, and brought many naughty ideas to mind. "It frames your face rather nicely...and brings out the color of your eyes..." Her words quiet, almost thoughtful, she laughed softly, and leaned back. The light reflected off golden waves, casting shadows onto her high features...and making her bright eyes look darker. At Siobhan's news of balmy Albert, the woman burst out laughing.<br/><br/>"Why does that not surprise me? Merlin's beard, I remember the time he came to your Aunt Ondai's and Uncle Muir's wedding... as a rather busty young blonde, in a revealing sundress. I thought she was going to explode!" A pretty pink blush spreading across her cheeks, bright blue met almond, a smile curving Nilsa's sinfully tempting lips. "I have that sundress now..." she confided, in the same conspiratorial, secretive tone her niece used to disclose the information. "I managed to steal it away from him...after the wedding. I wear it once in a while, since I can." Her grin cheeky, she let out another laugh, while the cheeky grin melted into a nostalgic smile.<br/><br/>Nilsa's lip curved into a sneer soon enough at the additional piece of news, her eyes narrowing while a flash of something electric passed through the depths. Disdain joined the electricity surging through those bright blue pools. "They never quit, do they...?" she spat, as disgusted as Siobhan was. Marriage was a precious, sacred ceremony between two people who love and cherish one another...not a ceremony to be taken lightly of, and most certainly not something that should be forced. "Don't worry about it, sweetie..." she finally managed, a hand reaching out to stroke the girl's cheek. "I never do. I turned out rather well for myself, I might point out." Her fingers finding a few strands of black, she began playing with her hair again, liking how soft it felt... and how it ran through her fingers like water.<br/><br/>Siobhan's next words were an admission...one that she never would have expected hearing. Nilsa twisted her body more towards the teenage girl, her breasts brushing an arm...though she didn't notice this. "My dear... I have always been proud of you...I don't care about... forging our family with another Slytherin family, or anything along those lines. Trust me, sweet girl... I care nothing about such things." Her fingertips kept the girl from moving too far away, but also made sure that their eyes remained connected. "I just want you...to be happy."<br/><br/>Disdain banished by warmth, Nilsa drew Siobhan in closer, and trailed her fingertips down until the two joined underneath her chin. "The Purcell family is one of great expectations... and I will never let any of its members force you into anything you don't want. Alright?" Her lips -those plump, pouty lips that are very similar to hers- in a smile, she leaned forward, their bodies just inches apart while she gave a kiss on her cheek. It was just for a moment...but oh, what a moment it was. Her breasts strained against the white blouse she had on under her robe, almost pressing into Siobhan...almost begging for some kind of attention. Their bodies may be inches apart...with infinite possibilities lurking in the air around them... and yet, it mattered more if one of them cross that invisible line.<br/><br/>Nilsa smiled down at the girl in her arms. "I'm happy you are back, my dear..." she purred softly, hands resting on her hips.